My mother is coming to town. Forever. And my apartment is currently Martha Stewart’s worst nightmare. Which is only fair, since she’s mine. So I’ve got about 50 billion CDs, DVDs and Xbox games that are currently piled on top of the TV and scattered on the floor. I need someplace to stash them. So I purchase an "Easy Assembly" cheap drawer thingie and lug the box home. How hard could it be to put together?
Well, if you have the upper body strength of a gnat, and one toothpick-sized screwdriver… it’s pretty damn hard. And of course it didn’t come with enough screws. I call Maj, who counsels me: "Dude, you live right next to Home Depot. Go get a screwdriver." Well okay then.
Does anyone else feel their IQ drop when they walk through those big orange doors? I am frickin’ useless at that place! So some orange-aproned dude had to help me find screws and a screwdriver. AND it’s raining. AND it was already dark at 4:30pm. 😦
Four hours, a couple of owies, and one ugly piece of furniture later I realize this: It is time to come out of mourning and get a new boyfriend. One with tools. Power tools. Yeeeeaaaaah.