My mom likes furniture: lots of furniture: big, wooden, furniture (and tables)

As I type I am sitting in the living room and I can count, ahem, one, two, three, four, five tables. Yep, FIVE tables. There is a table at the end of the couch (for people if they want to put drinks down), a table behind the couch ("for the phone"), a table over by the french doors to the office ("for pictures and this candle holder thingie" and a table by the door ("for the keys and other stuff.").

My mom likes furniture. She keeps trying to give me more furniture to stick in my room, but I do not like big wooden furniture, I like big open spaces.

And matching colors, which Mom could care less about.