Scott: 2006
Why oh, why had he waited until Christmas Eve to try and put the dollhouse together? Scott stared at the instructions, then at the one hundred and eighteen pieces scattered across the floor, then back at the instructions again. Hell, those things might as well have been written in Arabic for as much sense as they made.
Lynn had taken Kari on a short evening visit to see the grandparents for the holiday. That was supposed to give Scott three or so child free hours to put the dollhouse together. He set the walls up and then couldn’t figure out how to get the floors to stay in. The little blue elevator was supposed to hook on the left side…somehow. Scott flopped backward on the floor of the basement and stared at the ceiling. He needed a freaking miracle…or maybe just technical
