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Naming a new pet isn’t a difficult process, at least for me.
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I’ve always been able to spend a little time with them and discover their rightful names. Like Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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It just came to me, and to be honest, I think it suits him perfectly.
My husband disagrees. And of all the pets we’ve ever had, this is the one name he refuses to use.
Does the Royal title put him off? Perhaps.
Is it too much of a mouthful? Maybe.
But as I keep telling him, it could have been worse.
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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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Because laughing beats crying any old day.
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Damn. I wish I’d been in a coma.
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Buy a ridiculously expensive cat bed? The cat will prefer the box it came in every time.
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This is very true. Maybe four… tops.
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I’ll drink to that!
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I try to do mine. No matter how strongly I disagree with the ignorant f*cktards.
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