Anal Annie

When Steve and I lived on Teddy Street, of course we had a dining room table but Steve wanted to make sure the rug under the table was exactly centered under the light fixture.  Well, Steve decides to whip out his plumb bob.  I'd heard of this but I had never seen him use one.  I hope to never have to see it again.  He hung the plumb bob on the light fixture and left it hang.  It finally stopped swinging by the time we sold the house three years later, but I digress.  He centered the rug onto the floor and then centered the table under the light.  It was never to be moved again.

One might ask where this is going.  Well, Anal Annie has done it again, but this time with my help.  We wanted to see just how large our pool table was as we could not recall and needed to know which way to put it into the room so we could get the bar configuration the way we wanted it.  I suggested he get some of our roll paper from downstairs and paste together the size of the table top. 

That being said, one night I go down there and he has this huge paper thing laying on the floor all taped together with painters tape.  I asked what it was although I knew and he was so proud of his paper pool table.  We moved it this way and that way, back and forth and actually still don't know which was it's going to go as we have a fireplace planned for the room as well.  Below is Anal Annie with his paper pool table. 

You have no idea how many times we moved this around but soon we will figure out which way it's going.  Maybe.