I will not let this go.

It's 9 o'clock on a Saturday night, and Victor and I have been hanging out and drinking wine. We would go out, but no one goes out here until at least 1 or 2 in the morning. So this is what we do instead.

Here is a frame by frame recreation of the Table Incident.

First, here is the sweater in question. Very Argentine, no? Please take special account of the thumb holes.


Then I try to look into the biggest mirror in the house - the one over the dining room table. Alas, I am short, and it does not satisfy my vanity.


But wait - I have an idea!


I'll climb onto the table...


CATASTROPHIC TABLE DISASTER!


But don't worry, I'll be ok. And I've learned a thing or two about living on glass covered tables.