Which brought about today's activities: Installing bathroom fixtures, i.e. towel bars, t.p. holders, etc. I think I might hate that job more than I despise the painting itself. And it makes me talk like a truck driver. I think I even offended the dogs. I swear I saw a look of disgust on Pippet's face when I glanced over at her after venting to myself and the universe, upon discovering that I had incorrectly measured one side of the towel bar 1/2" off from the other side. Only after drilling the holes. And installing the damned bar. I think I need some Orbit gum. It would be kind of funny to see Pippet hand me some with her fuzzy black paws and then give me a slap in the face. Heh.
But I digress. The thing that ticks me off the most, and thus the nearly constant stream of obscenities, is how many tools it takes for something that looks so simple.
|This many tools...|