I don’t know what it is… but, when I need a measuring tape, I must go on a safari. I will hunt high and low….and when it is finally found, there is much rejoicing – somewhat like there would be upon the discovery of the Holy Grail (OK…maybe not as spectacular, but close). I don’t know why I cannot put that danged thing in it’s place when I’m through with it, but it seems as though there is a genetic inability to do so. Once I have that precious little contraption in my hand I feel empowered and ready to conquer any DIY project one could throw at me. I promise you, if there is anything such as “big brother” and there is a camera on me when I find that dear piece of equipment, that picture could sell anything from toothpicks to Condo’s in Florida!
So, I couldn’t find the measuring tape tonight….
Tomorrow, the safari begins!