Well, my over-ambitious soul is NOT finished with rebuilding the small chicken house, though by the end of this weekend I should be finished with the pen, and hopefully a small portion of the house completed. Let's just say my cutting skills are even worse with wood than they are with fabric. My husband, who has refused up to this point to allow me to have a circular saw finally gave in this week. :) He's still convinced I'm going to saw into an artery in my leg or cut my fingers off, but he's finally come to agree that his nephews are very busy people and are not always available to help out. And since I'll be asking a man in the church to redo the big chicken house, it really and truly does make sense for us to tackle the small house, especially since I'm re-using all the boards and expensive wiring that it still in good shape. So I now own a circular saw, have read through the instruction manual, and when I finally have part of a free day on Saturday I hope to attach the blade, shape up the crooked boards on the house, and get to work assembling the walls. I mostly finished the pen tonight, though there are three areas that need some touch-up work (let's just say I had to re-do part of the lid tonight due to my lack of planning in some of the assembly) to make it look more finished, as well as attaching the handles to move it. But I'm just so excited that one portion of it is near completion!!! I'll try to post pictures this weekend.
Saturday we had a baby shower for Bobby's niece. As I was making the mints, Bobby asked what else was on the menu. After I recited off the litany of items, he responded with "No peanut butter?! This shower is for Hannah! What's she going to eat?" (Hannah has had stomach problems over the years and has been unable to tolerate many foods, but peanut butter has been her staple.) Despite my assurances that she would enjoy the foods we were having, he was adamant that I needed to make peanut butter & jelly sandwiches for the shower. Even though I protested that NOBODY took that to a shower, he persisted, and informed me I could make them dainty with my little cutter. And so I did. To my surprise all but 3 were eaten. Who'd a thunk it?
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