It's been a while since yall heard one of my stories of Things I Do That Are Dumb, hasn't it?
Well, I moved this weekend. And let me tell you, I'm never doing this without movers ever again. The books alone are worth the price of having two burly dudes come late, overcharge me, break things, and leave well-tipped. Movers, I love you. Kisses! Next time, overcharge me for another hour - I DON'T CARE. I got to keep all my friends and I was done in three hours.
I also got a new bed frame from Ikea. And so I am putting it together, by myself, with power tools, because I am She-Ra Woman Power. Except a lot of those little bolts and screws are missing. And so I hike down Clement to the hardware store, pick up more bolts, and then they ALMOST work, like, are just a teensy tinsy bit smaller than is comfortable for putting my whole ding-dang bed together. But I improvise! And then I hit the last bit, which is of course a screw that will not go in, and I try and try and it's getting dark, and I try some more, and the super-nifty cordless screwdriver is making a noise, and the dog is all "shut up already", and I touch the screw to wiggle it back and forth to see why it won't just do its screwy little job and hold the darn frame together already and OW OW OW THE SCREW HAS MELTED.
My fingertips are all shiny now, though. AND! the bed is together. Let's see if the bolts hold, and maybe I won't crash to the floor in the middle of the night.