A four line poem about: warnings.
Because it was snowing after I got home with the baseboards this afternoon, which would make using the electric saw outside very difficult. So I warned the clouds that they had one hour to stop snowing before I went out there and cut anyway.
Exactly an hour later it stopped snowing.
So the baseboards have been cut, they're in place, and I just need about thirty minutes and a working nail gun before I'm done with them. Hopefully that happens tomorrow.
The warning label reads:
Keep out of reach of children.
But little Tommy pleads:How else can we play doctor?