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So now the husband wants to add floor moulding in his big barn… and you know what that means.
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An entire afternoon picking through more wood than I thought humanly possible.
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Granted, even I would reject that baby.
But come on…..
If he would take half as much time installing it as he does picking it out I might not mind. But nothing is going to be perfectly cornered or angled or mitered so why bother!
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Our afternoon trip ended here.
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With the moon rising and me refusing to cook the pork roast dinner I had planned.
You want perfect wood? You have to pay the piper.
Or in this case, the pizza place.