its my own fault i guess. i woke up with a horrible headache, and all we had was hydrocodone. it didn't take much time for me to give in and take one. for the record, we dont have hydrocodone just laying around the house. taylor hurt his neck a while back and the dr. prescribed him a bottle. anyway, i only took half of one, and my head really hurt.
with the edge of my headache taken off, and the general good-happy-tired feeling the pill gave my very low tolerance brain, i started looking for things to do. (school doesn't start till thursday) i cleaned off the kitchen table, started a load of dishes, and then spotted the still unopened box of decorative wall shelves we got for the wedding. sounded like a good 20 minute adventure. plus ive been looking for reasons to break out the household tools that we also got.
taylor came home for lunch just as i was starting. no, i didn't tell him about my pill popping. i was holding up a tape measure to mark the screw holes and asked his opinion:
"hey, is this straight?"
"...really?"
"yea..does it need to go up or down or...?
"i don't even know where to start. how you are able to stand up straight?"
i blew him off and marked the holes. these were the kind of shelves that you had to screw in the anchors first, and then put the actual screws in. but they were probably the cheapest anchors that the shelf company could find. they probably laughed to themselves when they thought of how angry people would get, when the anchors disintegrated into the wall because they couldn't handle the pressure of being screwed into drywall. drywall, people.
but nevermind. when the anchors started showing symptoms of turning to dust, i just broke out my hammer and made it work. just shoved em right in. taylor was like "thaaaaat's not how that works." but he knows i hate a back seat driver and so he smiled under my glare and just ate his lunch.
finally, i had the anchors and screws in the walls. not correctly or safely, but they were in, dammit. then i grabbed the shelf and tried to place it on the wall.
WTF.
the screws were off. not by like a little bit. more like 4 inches on a diagonal. i couldn't understand it. i laid the shelf back on the floor and quietly went into the living room and turned the tv on. it took some time for taylor to realize what happened.
then i heard him laughing.
i just turned the tv up.
i'm gonna sleep off my hydrocodone stupor and fix the shelf later. till then, sweet dreams to meeeeeeee.
It's okay, you're a scientist not a mathematician. You don't normally deal with measurements and numbers. oh wait.... :]
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