Handy Around the House? I Think Not.
Is my husband handy around the house? Observe this little photo of a very simple 3 part lamp he assembled for us, and you tell me.
You may be thinking to yourself, “Oh, it was probably broken when they got it.” If only it had been…if only it had been. No, it wasn’t broken when it arrived and could still be returned for a REFUND. It was broken when my husband put it “together.”
This isn’t the only thing he has ruined around our house. It’s only the beginning. I have so many objects I could photograph. Others that are kind of dangerous and quickly come to mind:
1. There is a screw sticking up through the top of my children’s dresser–the sharp part of the screw was sticking up vertically toward the ceiling. (Until I hammered it flat.) It’s in the dead center–there’s not even anything there to hold, no reason for a screw to even be in that area of the dresser. Yet, there it is.
2. There are many disturbing sites under the top bunk of my children’s bunk bed, such as screws that protrude out at a distance of 1-4 extra inches. There is actually one screw that sticks out by 4 extra inches (compared to screws in similar parts of the underside of the bed that don’t stick out at all). By the way, is it even called a “screw” when it’s 4 inches long? I bet not. Does anyone know how to pry that thing out of there? It’s also bent over so as to be “safe.” I don’t know how he got it in there, much less how he bent the thing over. I swear, it’s diameter is nearly as thick as a dime. That’s fine–I wrapped cloth around it. Lots of it. It looks frightening but it’s safe now.
I love my husband. But his handywork makes me very sad.