I think that's something I'd slip into the
shop when my wife wasn't looking--that is assuming she'd care, which
she wouldn't. That way, there's no reason for her to be squeamish
(again, an assumption: that you don't tell her the source of the wood
in her new table).


Well since my shop is my garage, it would have been hard to slip something
that big by her. If/when I get a separate shop, then that would be
easier... disassemble and cut it up before it could be discovered where it
came from.