Math for moms

I did not like math in school. It terrified me, to say the least. Math, with its absolutes and imaginary numbers, its step-by-step proofs and logic, made little sense to my right-brained mind. But I'm thankful now for the quirky algebra teacher who forced me to confront those squiggly lines that pretended to be numbers and the patient geometry teacher who made me walk the halls to calm down before taking my exam. It is to their credit, and with the help of a left-brained husband, that I was able to calculate the inch/pound rating for a toy box lid in order to purchase the proper hinge to keep it from slamming down on Abby's fingers. And basic math skills are to thank for the fact that those letters I adhered to the front are perfectly spaced and centered. But I'll thank my design professor from j-school for teaching me the proper use of a fancy font in displaying Abby's name.

Not bad for an old ugly toy box I picked up at the thrift store for $5, if I do say so myself. I think it cleaned up pretty nice.