Grrrr. For everything I fix, I break three other things. I was trying to screw a board to a wall, it slipped, and shattered the glass shade of my precious IKEA lamp beside my bed.
And let’s not even go into the whole screen door incident.
I am officially a klutz today.
Now, watch me sit back, enjoy this obscure alcoholic beverage I purchased at the local supermarket, and consequently do bugger all.
OK, not a bad drink, but there should have been more of it. 275 ml. Friggin’ cheapskates.
FYI, it was a Safari and Mango mix. I’ve got another weird red bottle I bought. Wodka and something. Think I’ll have that one too.
So… where do I find these .275 ml bottles of Friggi’n Cheap Skate™?
I want to try it.
At the Albert Heijn supermarkets in Amsterdam.
OK, next up, “Eristoff Fire”, a wodka drink with ginseng.
Hmmm. Not bad, but the Safari thing was better.
Ok… so to get to Amsterdam, I go to Atlana, turn left, go up to New York City, turn right, and [glub glub glub] drive on the ocean floor till I reah Yurp. No prob! 
See ya in a bit.
Mind that pesky British Isles roundabout, though.
Yeah, I thought about just taking the bypass.
Too bad you don’t live closer to me. I’ve got a daughter with her own tool box and she’s constantly hanging stuff on her walls. She could take care of your little board while you sip the beverage of your choice. But since you’re so far away, I guess you’re outta luck!
Moral of the story - move breakable stuff when you’re using tools. 
sorry about the lamp.
Only 275 ml? You spilled some, didn’t you?
No, standard size. Bastardos.
FCM, I normally do OK in the DIY-department. But this board was a little long, and I THOUGHT it was resting on this ledge, and… it wasn’t. You’re very right about moving fragile stuff out of the way: beats sweeping up shards of glass!
It’s for the best that I live so far away, my GF probably wouldn’t want me having young girls around fixing things. Sounds too much like a porn movie, doesn’t it?
Well, since you already know that I can fix these things for you, anyway, you should have just waited until my next visit. Remember, honey, I’m the mechanically inclined one. 
I hear ya. I’m the designated Fix-It in my home. If I don’t manage to shear off a bolt, scar the wall with a tool, or completely mangle what I’m working on, then I’ll end up bleeding all over it. It seems that the DIY gods require a sacrifice of blood and skin in order for anything to work around here.
To my girlfriend’s amusment, I managed to injure myself while Frebreezing the inside of my car. I guess I got in a hurry, and ended up whacking the hell outta myself with the door. I needed three stiches on my forehead. Fun night.
Insert joke about handling tools
insert joke about inserting things
Eerie coincidence - I was talking to my mom yesterday - she was removing a shelf so she could have access to her curtains and she knocked down and broke one of her Lennox lamps! :eek: It was part of a pair and she’d moved one, but not the other. Definitely a brainfart on her part.
A three-stitch Febreeze accident? No, I’m not snickering at you here, she said as she covered up her assorted bruises and scars…
Many of you feel bad for this lamp. That’s because you’re crazy. It has no feelings, and the new one is much better.
Arrgggh my joke stolen right out of my clutches and more neatly done than the one I was going to post!! :smack:
Well, there’s your first problem.
I can sympathize. I suck at DIY stuff. I guess my “tool gene” isn’t dominant.
Well, git over here already, then. I could use a good steak and a beer, too. Do you handle that sort of thing as well?