It ain't fittin'

That was my favorite Hattie McDaniel line in "Gone With the Wind," accompanied by a classic head-shake, and I could just hear her saying it in the kitchen Wednesday.

The plumbers had said they'd hooked it up, but couldn't get it in. Deco took a look. Dave took a look. Joe, who'd just stopped by, took a look.

And it wasn't fittin' -- just an eyelash too wide.

We debated covering it with a granite slab and using it as an island, but finally Dave and Joe put their backs to it, lined it up juuust right and . . . success, by the thinnest of margins.

Turns out the plumbers hadn't hooked up the power cord, however. So out once more, and then back in.

No such luck with the undercounter microwave, one of those fancy things from GE that doubles as a convection oven. There's one at our rental, and I'm in love with it. We spec'd it when we ordered the cabinets -- but it's 4 or 5 inches wider than the opening allows. Oops.