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Nevermind, found the tutorial! Excellent!

Really? A folding chair for $2880? If you can spend that much on a folding chair, you probably don't need folding chairs. That folding chair better be made of moonrocks.

Agreed, regular feature, please!

Nice, but I feel like I might be going snow-blind. I like the outdoor spaces, too, and those benches look like an interesting diy project...

It might be okay, if it weren't so far to the left. I'd try to get that left margin to be the same as the top and bottom margin, so the dimensions relate to each other in some way. Also, I'd find a way to hide the cable box.

That toolmonger link isn't working...

Jeez, Hollie, take it easy. I can love my yard and hate raking leaves. I can love my house and hate painting the trim. I can love my car but hate changing the oil.

How about this--if you hate your leaf blowing neighbor, I suggest moving somewhere without trees. Or, if you love raking leaves so much, c'mon over to my house.

I think jems means that it's unjust that it didn't happen to jems. That's how I feel about it, anyway :)

I like to start with a long cup of coffee and a check of the news online. Then, because I woke up a half-hour late, I run into the bathroom, perform my ablutions, jump into my ill-considered (given the weather report) clothes while cajoling my children to do the same, brush my teeth while cajoling my children to do the same and getting some toothpaste on my shirt, listen to my wife curse like a sailor when she can't find her keys or that I forget to put the trash out. Meanwhile I'm climbing into the car after having strapped my children down, and then yelling from the car to ask my already disgruntled wife (who's already had a similar morning) to get my phone which I've probably forgotten to charge anyway. Back outside, I climb into the car and drive us to daycare and work, my son clambering to listen to They Might Be Giants "Here come the 1, 2, 3s" while I insist on NPR. As the crying subsides I drop my wife at the hospital (and I get a kiss that says, "I'm sorry I called you names for not taking out the trash"), the kids at daycare, and then park in the commuter lot. The bus is late, but so am I, so that's okay. I get to work in time to receive a call from daycare that one of us--and I'm not mentioning any names, here--forgot to pack a bottle, so it's back home before the baby gets too upset.

Yep, I'd say I've got this thing called life under control.

The chair looks pretty low, but it is very cute. I'll take one.