‘Twas the night before Saturday.
And all through the shop, not a creature was stirring, not even the mop.
But Mama was home planning. The Cowboy was there, too
Resting up for a Saturday that proved to be true.
The pieces were laid on a sawhorse with care.
In the hopes that a babysitter would soon be avail.
(Okay … that’s all I can muster … what with it not being Christmas and all.)
But maybe you’re guessing by my really bad ode that I finally had time on Saturday to get to Suzy’s shop and work on this dang desk I’ve been putting together for … EVER.
All the pieces were cut.
Routed (by Suzy).
Planed (by Suzy).
Lacquered (by Suzy).
And ready to assemble.
All I needed was five hours (okay, six).
And help watching the littles.
And, okay, I’ll say it … a little help from the Cowboy.
…because he wanted me to attach the desk-top with hinges rather than just screw it together so that it would be easier to transport.
But she fixed ’em!
We packed the pieces in the truck.
And all of a sudden I have pressure to get more done because now I can’t use the excuse that I don’t have my own space.
What excuses do you use? (Not that you make excuses.)
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