I had wanted to do a post about our Fourth of July activities, but I'll spare you the long story and just tell you that our camera disk is acting up so I won't have the pictures for you until next week.
So, in the meantime, I'm going to show you one of our activities this past week: building a picnic table. We've been wanting to get one for a while but just never had the funds. We finally bit the bullet and went to Home Depot and got this table, unassembled, for $70. We thought we were going to have to rent a van or a truck to get it home, but we took all of the pieces of wood out of the packaging and managed to make it fit in our tiny Nissan Sentra. (I regret that I didn't take a picture of the car all packed up before we unloaded it.) Man, the things we've been able to fit into that little car.... two wicker chairs.... a desk.... seven people on a 1½ hour car trip. Now we can add a picnic table to the list.
Anyway, we unloaded the wood and started working. I helped put stuff together in between taking pictures. Amy and Onil got right to work...
The Little Lord did nothing.
Amy and Onil continued to work...
The Little Lord continued to be of no help whatsoever.
This is why we call Anna the Little Lord. Onil and I watch the Sopranos (or used to watch it, anyway), and in one episode, Christopher refers to the son of a late mob boss as "Little Lord F---pants". Onil and I heard that and thought, Boy, if that doesn't sound like Anna, we don't know what does. She sits around with a sense of entitlement, waiting for others to serve her. She's perfectly happy playing her guitar while the rest of us build a picnic table for her. We love her very much, but come on. She is the Little Lord.
Notice she had no problem posing for the picture of the nearly finished (sans benches) product, like she actually had anything to do with it herself:
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