Is there anything else that can rock a relationship to the very core more than do-it-yourself furniture? I think not.
So on this…a Friday that sees me hangin’ with my son for the weekend…I’m going to sit back and reflect on putting together the most atrociously difficult piece of furniture I’ve ever put together.
I’m going to sit back and wonder just how I ended up finishing it without (a) seriously injuring myself, (b) seriously putting it together wrong, (c) seriously getting into an argument of some kind with Sunshine (over nothing, really), and (d) seriously losing my ever-loving mind.
This thing SUCKED putting together. But now it’s done.
I shall stand back and marvel at how awesome I am.