Lord, I wish this post were about Annie... Before I picked up Annie today, I hit Home Depot and got fuel for Stitch. I had intended to get groceries as well, but the store folks I had to deal with were high on the idiot scale, and it took me longer than it should have. So, Annie and I went to the grocery store and two more hardware stores before I found what I wanted. She fell asleep before we hit the store where we bought moulding/casing, but was good about getting up and going in to pick out what we were going to use on my room. She picked the trim for the ceiling. No, I am not doing crown moulding. There are too many angles and changes. We chose a casing that I think will look just fine. If you don't like it, don't look at it.

Well, when I ordered the casing, I specified the lengths of the boards. Unfortunately, the company was not permitted to sell me lengths shorter than sixteen feet if they had sixteen footers in stock. As a result, I brought home a butt load of sixteen foot stock. I had two cuts that were very long, and was worried that I'd not get them right if I had to balance them by myself. I called on my little helper, and she did a great job of balancing the casing while I cut it. She carried one into the house, and I carried the other. After that, she went back to playing, and I decided to try to make the remaining cuts by myself. I placed the ends on the saw, and stuck out a foot. I balanced on one foot, and lifted the wood with the other in a sort of a pirouette. I clamped my left hand onto the saw, and made the cuts with the other. I'm sure it was comical to watch, but I think the end result was pretty good. We'll find out tomorrow.

Suddenly have a strange need to watch the Nutcracker...