The DIY Lady is Crazy or Doesn't Have a Watch

So I print out the instructions, with pictures, from the nice-looking DIY lady for making/hanging a cornice. Two hours, she says, with a pleasant smile on her face. Easy-peasy. Maybe in HER world. In my world it took Heather, Melissa, Dwayne, Gary, Dave, and Me considerably more hours than that. Actually, I only did a little bit of supervising and bribing but they're done and I'm happy.

And here's a couple of shots of a cute Grandpa. With shiny nails.

A sign of the nation's economic recovery

Please have your sunglasses handy, we bought a nail polisher. Fingernail Polisher. In Eugene. At a Mall. Our nails are now sooo shiney and polished. Everyone that comes to our house must also buff and polish their nails so we are not the only weird ones.

A slow Sunday afternoon

Now that I've started, I find myself tongue tied (or would you call it finger-bound?) I'm sure I'll come up with fascinating stuff that my great-grandchildren will find a fascinating read.