I wanna rock

OK, so I finally got around to putting together your rocking chair, Case. It only took me three hours, and not once did I swear. Not twice, either. Let's just say it was a number I'm not exactly proud of. But, hey, now the rocker is gracing your nursery, and I felt a swell of pride upon completing the task -- knowing it was well worth the time to provide you and your mom a place to relax. Of course, the screws for the foot rest didn't fit the pre-drilled holes in the thingies (I'm no Bob Vila, or even Tim Taylor; look them up) that hold the two sides together, so there are still a few pieces and parts scattered on the floor. Stupid ottomans. I never liked their empire anyway.