Assembling incorrectly, that is. The realization dawns on the wife as she notes the pre-drilled holes for the shelf supports on the outside of the bookcase, the one she just pounded lots of nails into. She is a peace lover, this wife, but give her nails to pound and it becomes apparent that she enjoys the task perhaps a bit too much.
Words are uttered, first by the wife and then echoed by the husband. Some words have four letters. None rhyme with "good" or even "okay" because they mean, in fact, the opposite.
Disassembly ensues. This involves tools not on the instructions included with the bookcase. Tools which include a pry bar, an exacto-knife (not pictured), a fork, and an ancient putty knife from the last millenium, which breaks under the stress. Some of these tools would probably not have been necessary had the wife not been so zealous with her nail pounding. But what's done is done, and now must be undone.
Wife methodically works the exacto-knife around each nail head, trying not to imagine other things she would rather be cutting out at this time. She proceeds cautiously with this fussy cutting, as she does not wish the events of the day to include an emergency room visit, thus adding insult to injury (or vice versa).
No more bad words, the couple is joking and laughing. The wife says she will have to blog this. Husband offers his two cents for the post. Wife does not listen. She is happily pounding nails again—lots of nails.
* * * * * * *And, um...voila?
In addition to shelf construction/deconstruction/reconstruction, there has also been some sewing happening in the sewing room this past week. For example, I made his and hers pillowcases for the holidays.
Scrap Block Challenge idea.
Sarah today, ready to share the whoop-whoop-ing with others!