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We started with these 3 foot long shelves under the bar.
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They’re floating shelves… and while they technically don’t float, they are an absolute pain in the ass to install. So when I told the husband I wanted two more on the adjacent bar wall, he was less than thrilled but agreed they were necessary. Of course then the stupid electrician put the new outlets too high up on the wall to install 3 foot shelves at the same height as the others. That’s when the war began.
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I was fine with moving the bottom shelf higher.
The husband was not. Which resulted in a major kerfluffle.
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We disagreed on placement…. and though I had won the 4 versus 3 custom liquor bottle shelves battle, this war ended differently.
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Busy with other things we put this chore on the back burner… or so I thought until the husband disappeared one afternoon and I found him under the bar. Removing my 3 foot shelves and all their contents.
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Unbeknownst to me, he had returned my 3 foot shelves to the store and come home with the 2 foot versions instead. I told him I didn’t want 2 foot shelves. That it would look off balance and not provide enough space.
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To which he paid no attention and proceeded to install the stubby 2 foot shelves. He was determined they fit right into the corner and ripped out the nice trim piece I had our contractor install. When I looked displeased, he assured me they would line up perfectly with the existing shelves and look great.
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I think you know how that went.
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They didn’t line up, despite the numerous hours he cursed like a drunken sailor tinkered with them.
No matter what he did, the new shelves rose slightly above the older ones and wouldn’t lay flat.
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His solution?
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A few pieces of too thick moldy old wood from under the baby barn…. to bring them together.
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Which makes me wonder what part of the invisible bracket floating shelf aesthetic he didn’t understand.
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I’m hoping once we get the double tap kegerator in there the unbalanced shelves won’t be quite so noticeable.
But either way, there’s still not enough room.
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River's world..... 
Whatever you do try not to raze the bar…
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We’ll try….
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After a few drinks 1)everything from the floor to the ceiling will look even or 2) uneven or 3) nobody will care!!
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Good point.
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Like in restaurants, the patrons don’t need to know what goes on in the kitchen or how it looks. Just bring out the goods.
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But…. I know. And isn’t that really all that counts?
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Isn’t construction fun? We’ve had our fair share of kerfluffles during our project as well. Thanks goodness it’s over!
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That’s over anyway….
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I think it’s kerfuffle. Unless you Mainers add an extra l…which admittedly makes it sound cuddlier.
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It’s just fluffier.
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And one can never have too much fluff, yes.
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The fluffier, the better, I say…
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Fuffle, fluffle….. the end result is the same.
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They do kinda sorta match the design of the bar top, kinda.
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If you say so….
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Maybe you should start hiding his tools…
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He does enough of that himself. Can never find anything…
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Nothing like a determined Marine. I am familiar…
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They are a species unto themselves.
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Amen, Sister River!
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As a member of the fraternity of terrible carpenters, I must back his play. My whole house is held together with little blocks of wood and the flex seal family of products. Like myself, I’m sure it was beautiful in his mind.
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He never worries about beauty… and there in lies the problem.
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There is necessity to consider, and you know what they say: Necessity is the mother of strange bedfellows.
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Important info about drunken sailors: Drunken sailors never swear, and here’s why. There’s drunk and there’s Navy drunk. If you’re Navy drunk, you’re too far gone to speak. I might have been that way once or twice but mostly I have helped my friends get back to the boat. You don’t have to do that too often before you figure out how much you really want to drink.
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This is a Marine household, deriding the Navy is required.
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I’m the grandson of PFC Harry L. Nines, First Marine Division, Guadalcanal. Deriding the Marine Corps is forbidden here.
https://kennysaidwhat.wordpress.com/2018/10/24/saint-crispins-day/
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Most excellent. Semper Fi!
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My wallpaper is a slide show. I see his face every day and I tell his story to anyone who will listen. The real death is when no one talks about you or remembers you anymore. I will stand between him and that for as long as I can.
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Your words just choked me up. Good tears… for all those who have served, and made the ultimate sacrifice.❤️
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Little heavy? Sorry about that.
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No… just being sarcastic. They really need a button for that!
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I can’t speak for the shore duty guys, but being on a destroyer was equal parts middle school and maximum security prison, so you can say what you want.
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Ha! Sounds like there’s a story or two there. Lord knows my husband has a few from the Med floats he took.
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Mostly I would prefer to forget.
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BTW, are you aware that there is a wine bottle stopper in one of your pictures? It’s very generous on your part to accommodate amateurs and allow them to be part of the fun.
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Every now and then we have a visiting novice. Allowances must be made….
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Gotta walk before you can run.
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