...than my man.
With his drill.
Doing something for me.
Okay, let's be real. He's maybe gotten to use this thing twice since we moved in last summer.
I don't think he minds too much that his wife is better with a miter saw/jigsaw/circular saw/tile saw/fill-in-the-blank saw than he is.
Oops-did I say better?
On a first name basis, shall we say.
If there's a project going on, his part is to step around my "work zone" (which is a nice way of saying the whole house), bring home dinner in case I forget that the children need to eat, and to tell me what a good job I did when I finish.
Hmm...that last part he's still working on....
I made him he expressed his undying devotion to me by removing this.
Everyday for 8 months I've walked by this "shelf."
Doesn't it look like a set of bass ackward cabinets? It sure does to me.
Only one way to tell: take 'er down.
But, being that is weighs more than 5 pounds, I needs me some man muscles. And since the most muscle-y man I know had the day off from work and it was halftime on the Madden football game he was playing...yeah, you know where this is going.
First, I had to clear off all the random crap.
Did I say crap? I meant pee.
(A leftover from the former home owners. I would make a comment that begins with "you know you're in Texas when", but all my peeps in Eagle Mountain probably have this vintage in their garage too. )
But I digress.
Back into the laundry room to secure a brace.
Then move laundry baskets/laundry that should be in a basket/dog crate/ironing board/pooped on comforter so that we can "hang and secure."And just like that, more storage.
Oh baby, it's like Christmas day.
Okay, so it might still need a little sprucin' up (ya think?).....