Delegation

Sometimes I delegate.

Not often, but sometimes.

Roughly ... twice in the past fifteen years.

Today, I purchased a tier-type carpet-covered

DIY climbing apparatus for Kitty Blu.

I thought to myself,

"self ...

you could put this together

while the kids are in school

and it can be a big surprise when they

get home and see it"

Then I thought, ya know what?

My kid is thirteen years old

and if I can do it, then HE can do it,

and he would derive much more satisfaction

from putting this together for Kitty

than I would.

So ... he opens the box,

we check to make sure there are 

instructions and all the parts are there.

Then I leave to run my errand.

I come home to this:

Umm ... why are you staring at the ceiling?

Seriously, what?

What is on the ceiling?

Is it a spider??

 

Oh!

Oh, geez!

That is really, really, really tall!!!

I ... I ... I ...

... I had no idea ... I thought it was

maybe four feet tall ...

Well.

That's what I get for not reading

the packaging.

At least Kitty seems to like sitting

near the ceiling!!!

 And Brady did a fine job assembling it.

Of course, I knew he would.

 Peace.

And Delegation.