Today I plan on learning how to use the different settings on my digital camera.

Since I, instead of Michael, have the “Directions? Who needs stinking directions?” gene, this could be… entertaining.

I come by it honestly, at least. When my mom got a long table for flowers and plants and such, I helped stain it, and then we put it together before I polyurethaned it. (Which REMINDS me, all my good brushes for polyurethane are still at my parents house. Which means that my dad probably left them sitting in a jar of paint thinner, as if time was going to clean them better. As it’s been a year and a half, I can be pretty sure that my brushes are probably sitting in some glass jar with goo that is a mixture of evaporated paint thinner and polyurethane at the bottom. So next time a project comes up, I’ll need to buy all new brushes. Sigh.)

Anyway, back to the table: the stain dried, and as I said, we needed to put the table together before I could polyurethane it. This is the scene in the basement. My mom, dad, and I are all gathered around the various sundry pieces, jamming them together, seeing what looks like it fits where, while Michael stands there reading the directions. And I do mean reading. He doesn’t give directions the once over and then wing it, no, he reads ALL the directions COMPLETELY before starting a project.

I HATE that.

It makes me look bad.