If we had been on our game, we would have set up a video camera in our new office space to film our attempts at assembling IKEA furniture. That would have been the epitome of “Doing it Wrong.”
At one point I had screwed my sock to a bookcase. At another point, I may have cursed irrationally at a dowel. (Look: I have no idea if its mother and father were wed before its birth or not. I should not have made the worst of assumptions, though.)
But the same angel that protected me from having my first karaoke attempt captured on video forever (it was “Ode to Billy Joe” and that song has a lot of words you guys) is the same angel that protects my fiction of a handyman.
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