One night last winter, in what can only be described as a fit of exhaustion and after a long day of travel, I announced that it was time to remove the mantel.
“What?” The Mister asked. “Now?”
“If not now, when?” I implored.
And so armed with a flat head screwdriver and a hammer, we started prying the trim pieces from around the mantel.
“This will be easy,” I promised The Mister. “The mantel is a hollow box that is mounted on the fireplace. I’m sure it’ll just pop right off.”
