It's been one of those days

You know the kind -- the ones where if anything could go wrong, it pretty much did. From about 12:01 when I left church till I finally gave up on the day about 4:45, it was pretty dang yucky.

Oh, I had big dreams for the day. In my mind - -which is sometimes not a good place to be - I had visions of Bill and I diligently working throughout the afternoon, to put the finishing touches on the ice cream shop.

Teri was coming up after church to help, as well as Andi and between the four of us, mighty things were scheduled to happen. To add to the work crew, my friend, Debbie unexpectedly showed up to help. Now we could move mountains. Or so we thought.

The day was supposed to go something like this:

Put hangers on all the menu boards and get them hung -- six of them.

Recover 23 chairs with new, cute, vinyl.

Hang up "The Big Bite" picture frame.

So, with 5 able bodied adults and all afternoon, this should have been a piece of cake. What did get accomplished?

Eye hooks were screwed into the menu boards.

The End.

Really.

That's all.

Something about drill bits and anchors and walls and for whatever reason, nothing was hung.

On to the chairs. I had borrowed a staple gun that hooks up to the air compressor to help with the reupholstery job. The fitting didn't fit our air compressor, so we had to wait for Bill to get home from Evansville and go get the right one from our house.

Once it was there and ready to go, we eagerly gathered around the table where the cutsie, new vinyl was waiting to go on the chair. Debbie and Andi held it. I stapled. Nothing. Again. Nothing. The third time.....nothing.

It's at this moment, that it occurs to me that perhaps there are not staples in this gun, but in fact, nails. Billski wanders up and thinks he should try it. As if I had stapled it wrong or something. So he does it as well. Nothing.

Then he opens the nail gun and why, yes, there ARE nails in it. LONG nails. Which, if you haven't caught on now, means that I have, in fact, just nailed the chair cushion, upside down to my fun, dining room table.

I look at Andi. She meets my eyes and we both have that, "What idiots we are" look about us. I sneak a peak at Debbie. She has her head bowed down. She knows without me saying a word that the table and chair cushion are now one. Joined at the hip, so to speak.

I gently lift the edge of the chair cushion...........and the table lifts off the ground. I look at Andi again.....waivering between cursing and laughing. She reminds me, "You always say if something is going to be funny in 10 years, you might as well laugh now."

So we do. We try to pry the chair off. No such luck. I'm beginning to ponder the whole "chair on table top" look and think it might be a trend setter, when Billski comes over and rips the chair cushion off.

Unfortunately, I made a little hole (or 4) in the table top.

Fortunately, I just grabbed a sticker off of something else and covered it.

But the rest of the day followed that same pattern and I finally just gave it up, came home, grilled steaks and watched a movie with the kids.

There's always tomorrow to mess up in. I'd done enough today.