I was a hair's breathe away from buying a Steinway & Sons grand piano today. I nearly pulled the trigger until I came to grips with the four zeros behind that $5 and actually scheduling a delivery could result in financial ruin for the G family and the possibility of my sudden disappearance. So I just played some beautiful music on one of the beauties and pretended it was about to be mine (in about 50 years after I've saved enough cash to make the purchase). Afterwards I drowned in my no-Steinway-for-me sorrow alone at the Training Table restaurant located next to the piano store. I didn't feel one bit guilty eating every last cheese fry since I had already exercised extraordinary self control just moments earlier.

*Picture taken by Kati: Noelle after Emily's wedding. This is how I felt after leaving the piano store.