A few weeks ago I bought a new painting to hang above the fireplace in the family room. I got it at Kirkland’s and it was called the Amalfi Coast and it reminded me of Italy. When I brought it home Jim liked it, too. It was too big for me to hang myself, especially since it wouldn’t work on the same nail as the one I was replacing since it had two hooks on either side of the frame. I asked Jim to hold it up there for me & I was going to pencil a little mark on the wall on one side which I could use to hammer the first nail and just eye up the other one. Nay, nay, reindeer….not a good idea to Jim.
He proceeded to get out all kinds of tools & measuring paraphernalia while I was growing very impatient. I thought that something I could do in a few minutes was going to take 10 times as long because of him and I couldn’t believe it when he marked the wall with the pencil just like I was going to do. After he completed his measurements and everything, I told him that I was going to be very upset if it wasn’t perfect. Well, he did good and it was perfect.
I commented to Jim that we used to work really good together and asked him what happened. He said, “We got married”!
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I happen to be an eyeballer too. Butch also gets out all the measuring stuff and measures from the ceiling, floor and every which way. Takes him 20 times longer than me with the same "perfect" result!
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