It is highly unlikely that you will care at all about this post. But if you stick it out, you’ll get to hear me talk about photoshopping my butt, so there’s the proverbial carrot dangling in front of your horse. I’m really tired… this could get ugly… so… GO NOW!
We bought an entertainment center at SVDP for $50. It is nice, it is heavy, it is large. And instead of messing with returning it due to its largeness, I took the saw to it. Toby helped.
3 inches taken off the top. I measured, and measured, and measured, and measured. And measured. I concluded that 3 inches off the top would mathematically make it fit. But I would’ve felt a whole lot more comfortable taking about 6 inches off of it. More on that in a minute…
Of course, even after sawing the bonhommie out of it, it still weighed a metric ton. And it was still big. I was pretty sure it would fit in its ultimate destination… I was unsure if it would make it up a couple flights of steps and around a couple corners. Enter Mister Ken:
When Robyn took this picture, I’m pretty sure Mister Ken was not amused. I was, however, amused. I was not, however, bearing the weight of the behemoth piece of furniture. Mister Ken, of course, bore the weight.
It did eventually make it up, but only after partially dismembering the 3rd-floor banister and taking a chunk out of the 3rd-floor ceiling. Then, it was time to see if it fit where it belonged.
It didn’t.
So, I hauled the saw up to the third floor and took a little less than 3/8 of an inch off of the bottom. Seriously, just a fraction of an inch to get it through the slot it needed to fit through. Oh, yeah… this was all while Aimee was taking a nap. Poor girl missed some of the chaos.
Then, it was time to vacuum, vacuum some more, and then vacuum. And then put it all back together. Aimee helped.
(Confession: I had a mega-wedgie when this picture was taken. A few minutes ago, I asked Robyn to “photoshop my butt”. She obliged. Thanks, babe. There… wasn’t that worth it? No? Oh. Well, sorry…)
And now… it’s all good. These things aren’t supposed to be so hard. It’s always an adventure with the Duebbers. We know how to have a good time.
