Curious Ben Strikes Again, and again, and again, and...

So I go to the Home Depot with Wife in the Big Yellow Hat, here to be known as WBYH (sounds like a radio station actually) {did you know that radio stations east of the Mississippi River start with a W, and those west of it start with a K} [okay, I'm stalling telling you what a boob I was tonight], and we go to order some new counters. We have a counter along the outside wall, and a bar that parallels the other counter, and butts into the wall. We pick a color, choose an edge, select a bunch of other crap, and the helper draws us a picture of our order. I'm looking down at it, and ask which side is up on the drawing, because I'm concerned the rounded edges will end up agains the straight wall. At this point WBYH smacks me in the arm and says, "Well Honey, you could always just turn it around".

Yeah, I need a minder to keep me in my diaper and keep me from flinging poop. Thank God for Mary.