Ok parents, this one’s for you.  Dads specifically, not because moms don’t experience what I’m about to say, but because moms, generally speaking, have a little more patience in reserves than dads do.  The scenario goes like this - a package is delivered and the dad sees a massive square box, with directions that are either in a foreign language or type 4 font with pictures that look like they came from a 1988 smeared ditto.  But worse yet, is what is next to the directions, in all of its L-shaped glory, ready to seek bloody vengeance on your fingertips as you trudge through the 4 hours of your life with 13,000 never-before-seen parts.  Oh this is going to be a doozy today, so grab your coffees and let’s get started on this rendition of the Missing Chapter.