Nail it!
Carpentry projects torment me from every corner of the house. You’ve seen the commercial, the guys says, “I am not a carpenter.” That’s me, in spades. I have build any number of engines, done literally thousands of valve grinds, replaced almost every part on our old ’89 Chev Corsica and maintained our various lawn care equipment. But give me a hammer and a nail, suddenly my knees go weak, I get pale (or in my case, paler), sweat forms on my brow and I start forming a list of expletives that... Sign in to see full entry.