My friend, Katherine, and I were discussing our husbands whom we later divorced.
“I don’t know why he just won’t put that stupid toy box together,” I moaned. “Why do I have to always be the one to put things together?”
“Oh, just do it,” Katherine said. “You know you’re going to end up doing it anyway.”
Good point.
And so I did. Piece by piece, I built it with the ease of Noah building his ark (Noah had instructions from God, remember?) and when I was done, I stood back and admired my finished project.
Perfect.
But it wasn’t in the right spot. So I picked it up to move it. How did it get so heavy? I tugged and tugged, and still nothing. The box it came in wasn’t that heavy.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS THING????? I screamed. And that’s when I discovered that I had screwed it right through the carpet and into the floor.
So much for perfection 😉
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Score one for MAN 😉
If it makes you feel better, I once sewed my coat to my sofa. we all have our limitations so not to worry!
That does make me feel better. Thanks! 🙂
Yes, we may get lost while traveling and refuse to read the map and forget to put the toilet seat down but when we finally get around to constructing a pre-fab toy box, we’re likely not to screw it to the floor. 😉