Wait, what?   A weekend?  Where?

Yeah, so that one shot right by while I wasn’t looking…  Although in retrospect I did get at least few things done.  The most important of which came to a head, so to speak, on Saturday afternoon.

So Daphne and I were holding hands and toddling around the house, like we do, but as we got to the fireplace she tripped over the stones that surround it.  And, because she was still holding my hand, she essentially George of the Jungle vine swung face first, directly into the wall.
And I mean, hard.
Forcibly enough to where I felt justified in checking to see if her little nose was bleeding afterward.  (It wasn’t.)

What did happen, though, was that a solution to our fireplace problem became an imperative.  I actually said something to this effect on the day that I saw our fireplace being built, but I’d been putting it off ever since.

And so, BumbleDay morning, Daphne and I headed off to Toys-R-Us to figure out an answer.  An hour later, we returned home with THIS guy right here.

And it worked perfectly.

I’ve Trumped our mantle…

Daphne shook the whole thing vigorously not long after I installed it, presumably to test its structural integrity, and it seemed to hold up just fine.

“Mr. BumbleDad, tear down this wall!”

Hmm…  Guess she’s still on the fence about it.

“I don’t get it.”

j.s.