Anybody have a metal detector I can borrow?
I don’t have to work until the unusually-late hour of four o’clock this afternoon, so I decided to spend my morning assembling a chest of drawers from Ikea, the boxes containing the pieces of which have served as makeshift Sammy-stairs up to the bed for, um, some time now*.
I moved around the rest of my bedroom furniture and assorted crap, picked out a podcast playlist on my laptop, popped open a hard lemonade, unpacked the two large boxes, flipped through the 46-step instructions, and settled in to get to work.
Ten minutes in I hit Step 4, which required a Phillips head screwdriver. No problem! I have the magical interchangeable-head screwdriver and the hammer I used to assemble my bookcase. In fact, once the bookcase was assembled, I’d put the hammer and screwdriver away in a special place so I’d always be able to find them.
Ha ha. You can guess where this is going. That special place? Yeah. I have no idea where it is. I *thought* it was in the second-to-bottom drawer of the bookshelf, because that’s where I’d put them if I were hiding them today, but apparently October-me thought differently. I’ve torn through every conceivable place I could’ve put them, with no luck. I’m stumped. This isn’t a big apartment, and the tools are heavy and brightly-colored.
On the bright side, all that digging turned up a baggie of chocolate-covered coffee beans. Okay, so my bed is buried under a pile of plywood and ten kinds of fasteners, and I’m still 43 steps from my new bureau, but somehow I think I’ll pull through.
No link today! And did you notice? No post yesterday! It’s December, bitches.
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* Yesterday I took advantage of a suddenly-free Friday night to eat a delicious sandwich and do four loads of laundry. You wish you were me, yes.
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