Chauncey is going on 4 hours putting together the very unsaintly Saint Remy Easel. The directions are completely worthless but when it's put together it will be fabulous. I keep telling myself that. He is trying hard to figure out what goes where by basically looking at the picture. He thought he had it together only to find out it was wrong. He is a patient man. He will gain great reward in heaven... that is for sure! I am just trying to provide moral support but I am of no use at all. Bucky is trying his best also. We are both pretty useless.
Ok, so now after about 5 hours, (we stopped to eat and watch coach Eric Taylor win an Emmy for our favorite cancelled show, Friday Night Lights!)
He finished! And yes, it is fabulous and it rolls around and turns into a table and I am excited! Even Bucky feels better too.