A year or so ago, my mother bought a new TV for the living room, so we went from ~40" to ~55" and the TV stand didn't fit any more. (Because, go figure, the new one had a huge base compared to the old one, but you never get to find this out until it arrives.)
The old base is exactly the same as the one I use for my monitor in here.
So since the old base has been 1) propped against the side of my desk in here (and hence spat all over by my mother's parrot) and then 2) put under the kitchen bench where it won't get spat on...
I've stacked it on top of my old one. It's only taken me a year to do this. It feels kinda weird, the monitor's so high now, but at the same time I now have somewhere to put my tablet and keyboard when I don't need them, as the space under the old one got taken up by my PS4 and some fountain pen inks.
I suddenly have space on my desk again.
...This won't last.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.