From the master boudoir of my mid-century masterpiece, this is obscure. Season 4 in American

Tragedy. I'm your host, your friend, your ear lover, and literary mansplainer in chief Michael Ian Black,

reporting today from the Boudoir, because I have construction continuing in my lower level,

and to avoid the noise, the mayhem, the dust, the grit, I have absconded to the master boudoir.

Although I understand in real estate circles,

they have gone from calling it the master boudoir to the primary boudoir

because of the word master and its unfortunate affiliation with the slave

trade. And so the real estate lingo is going to primary bedroom, but I will always love the

term, master, boudoir. It's just, I mean, you're just not going to do any better than that, are you?

And so that's where I am today.

And I just, it's like 9 a.m.

And I've already completed an intensely physical task.

The wife and I, when we were living in the Wiles of Connecticut previously, we had purchased a rather

large dining room table to replace the crappy IKEA dining room table that we'd purchased

years before. So we bought this nice, big dining room table, solid piece of furniture. And that went

with us to Savannah, where it barely fit in our dining room table, solid piece of furniture. And that went with us to Savannah, where it barely

fit in our dining room. And now it has come back to the wilds of Connecticut, where it really

doesn't fit in our current mid-century masterpiece. And so for weeks, we've been trying to unload this table.

And we finally found somebody willing to take it off our hands for a small fee.

I mean, they paid us a small fee.

We didn't pay them a small fee.

They bought the table.

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