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Taking Charge: DH and I were out for dinner, and I had to go to the ladies' room.  There was a line.  The gal in front of me had a baby and was waiting for the handicapped stall which had a changing table in it.  When a regular stall opened, she let me go ahead of her.  She was still waiting when I stepped out, the line behind her was longer, and I could hear little girls giggling in the handicapped stall.  So I rapped loudly on the door and said, in a deep, gruff voice, "Is there a grownup in there with you girls?"  A little voice said, "No?"  So I said, "Well quit goofong around and  get done in there.  People are waiting."  Then I went to wash my hands.  Two little girls (8 and 10?) came out of the handicapped stall and headed for the door back to the restaurant.  "Wash your hands." I ordered them, "Oh, sorry.  I forgot," said the little one, and as I left, they got in line to use the sink.  Good girls!  They just needed a grownup to take charge.

Saturday, we picked up new cabinets for the kitchen.  We are adding more storage and counter space.  DH worked like a trooper all day long, and now our new cabinets are installed!  With shelving above them.  It's so cool!  The cabinets are unfinished, so I have a project ahead of me.  And how do I finish the butcher-block tops?  Suggestions?