Immediately what came to mind was an episode before Andy and I were married and I was living in Portland, Maine. I had a tiny (emphasis on tiny) bedroom in my apartment, but it faced the saltwater bay and mudflats and therefore was a desirable room- good for sleeping, dreaming, and ocean breezes. Andy was taking time off and spending it with me in Portland. I had so little space in the room that we decided to retrofit a homemade loft bed for under-storage. Our like-mindedness made it seem like a great idea. I left for work one morning and Andy went to work on the bed.

By the time I got home there was a giant four foot tall double bed that encompassed almost the entire room, with the strength to hold four small elephants. In addition, there was a foot-long hole in the passenger side of my car. It was remarkably shaped like a saw blade.

Turns out he had expertly shoved the plywood sheets in the car which had a beveled opening. They wouldn’t come out the way they went in, as was also the case with the bed upon moving. He took the circular saw into the car and proceeded to cut the wood out of the car, embedding it in my passenger seat along the way.

If you want another good laugh, ask me about his attempt at an apple pie during the same time period. I can relate to the anxious experience you had leaving Doug at home during summer vacation to exercise his creative muscles…