Alas, he measured well.

Oh dear tape measure, how I mourn the loss of thee. To the field of endless inches ye have gone, to be seen nevermore. Many of your brothers have gone before in vain. How many more? How many until the gods of length and width and heighth are appeased? We shall see...


I can't find my frickin' tape measue! Frickin' kids- oh, I mean, wonderful angels that never mess in mommy's stuff.