Floridian Retiree Dining Table

This was my mom and dad's table. When my sister moved into our old house, it was bequeathed to me. When my roommate did not approve, it was stored. When my ex-girlfriend took back her rickety yellow table, it was unstored. Since, I have had it facing North/South, then against a wall, then against a window, then North/South. It's versatile.

Its favorite memory was 2007 when it was covered with waffles and bacon and a glut of Porto's. Its worst memory was 1986 when my friend Jason was over and I started choking. My dad had to whack my back to get me to spit out some tasty gristle. I know that it was not the same table, but the 1986 table told this table that story and it is still haunted.

It has centerpieced the unread Calvin and Hobbes book collection I bought for my sister, that I kept after finding out she already received one, and decided not to regift to my cousin, Mikey.

It is wood. Let us say pine.
UPDATE: I have been told it is oak. It has a glass top. Two chairs have arms, four do not. The chairs have blue cushions that everyone considers replacing, but never does. The table has that slab to extend it, but if you take the table, you might not get that piece immediately.

If you see anything else you might want in these photos, feel free to lay claim to them. Anything, besides Julie, the colossus, Clint Eastwood and the boomerang.