Too sensitive or not sensitive enough?

Is it wrong to take from your best friend one of her most enviably fabulous furniture pieces for your own selfish use?

Okay, now in my defense, in Nene and Woody's new house they wanted a big, round dining room table which Nene had already said meant she'd have to sell the dresser to make room for said big, round table with her wonderful Hickory chairs. I had already schemed that I would do a trade with her for a dresser which I bought, painted, and would stripe sometime in the next 4 1/2 years. I liked my dresser but, as you can see, nothing comes close to this beauty. I had already planted my evil scheme seed into Nene's brain and she was going for it!!!

Nene had found a suitable table base while we were out searching which she was working on. Then on Saturday, while out pursuing productive activities I decided I wanted to visit my favorite P at PJ's Antiques on my way to see my favorite J from PJ's. I walked into the store and sucked in my breath when I spied the perfect base and top for Nene's table. Perfect. When I asked Paul the price he quoted me a deal I couldn't refuse. I panickly called Nene who proceeded to ho and hum, I hung up the phone, and told Paul I would be back to pick it up with or without Nene's permission. I hadn't gotten far when Nene called me back and said okay and when and how much was delivery. I said in a couple of hours and margaritas. Delivery proved Woody and Nene quite happy with the table and, to get the new room arrangement kicked off, the removal of the dresser ensued. I drug that new baby into the house and staged it as soon as Paul went to tee off the next morning. I had to put the urn lamp that Nene had made (I think I paid retail for it) and, voila, I'm the happiest girl in the whole USA. I will feel so much better when they are finished with their new dining room design and love it. Until then there will be a little guilt but still much enjoyment.