Recently I bought a shed, a metal shed. It was 8 x10, feet not inches. When I bought it, I had every confidence that I could put it together. However, as I opened the box and saw about 200 pounds of metal staring back at me, my confidence fizzled like a wet firecracker. I should have known I was in over my head when the kind Lowes man delivered the shed and ran. He probably thought I would ask him to assemble it. As I stood looking at the shed, wannabe, I said a prayer, “Oh Lord, what a mess this is.” My daughters questioned, “Mom, you ARE going to read the directions, right.” The know that I tend not to read the instructions. So with my daughters’ questions ringing in my ears, I decided to get out the directions. There was a moment of panic when I thought perhaps they did not SEND instructions. They were under all the parts. So we started with step one and began assembling a shed. We spent about two hours constructing braces and beams. Why so long? Well, the