A dining room is a room for consuming food. In modern times it is usually adjacent to the kitchen for convenience in serving, although in medieval times it was often on an entirely different floor level.
A room in a house or hotel in which meals are eaten
dining room: a room used for dining
The Dining Room is a play by the American playwright A. R. Gurney. It was first produced in New York, New York at the Studio Theatre of Playwrights Horizons, opening January 31, 1981.
a set of data arranged in rows and columns; "see table 1"
Present formally for discussion or consideration at a meeting
a piece of furniture having a smooth flat top that is usually supported by one or more vertical legs; "it was a sturdy table"
Postpone consideration of
postpone: hold back to a later time; "let's postpone the exam"
ache: have a desire for something or someone who is not present; "She ached for a cigarette"; "I am pining for my lover"
Used in names of coniferous trees of other families, e.g., Norfolk Island pine
Used in names of unrelated plants that resemble the pines in some way, e.g., ground pine
An evergreen coniferous tree that has clusters of long needle-shaped leaves. Many kinds are grown for their soft timber, which is widely used for furniture and pulp, or for tar and turpentine
a coniferous tree
straight-grained durable and often resinous white to yellowish timber of any of numerous trees of the genus Pinus
Crazy Lady Says, "Are you going to send that photo to the White House?"
Her sign says, "IS THIS YOUR PRESIDENT?", and has a Hitler mustache drawn on President Obama's face.
I said, "Yes. Yes, that is my president."
her: "Do you like Cheney, too?"
me: "What?"
her: "Do you like Dick Cheney, too?"
me: "No, I don't like Dick Cheney."
her: "Well, they're the same. He's continuing Cheney's policies."
me: "No he's not. Obama is nothing like Dick Cheney."
her: "It's all about me. I won't listen to anyone else's views."
(I couldn't tell if she was making a statement about herself, or mocking me.)
me: "Do you mind if I take your picture?"
(no response)
me: "Can I take your picture?"
(no response)
(*CLICK*)
her: "Are you going to send that photo to the White House?"
me (thinking): No, you idiot, but I am going to post it on Flickr and Facebook.
me: "Thank god for the first amendment."
her (as Michael and I walk away): "That's right."
So we agreed on something. The first amendment allows citizens to express their views in offensive, rude, and attention-getting ways (I guess it worked), and it allows me to photograph them doing so.
Barney Frank was right, it would be like having a conversation with a dining-room table.
Dining room
So, does this look better than the photo in the comments below??? I certainly hope you all think so LOL
The dolls' house is on the table waiting to be worked on for Charles and Nancy Mallory :-) I'm having to use half the dining table because my shed is stuffed to the gunnels once more ;-P