I’ve been trying to screw for a month. It’s not working. I think I broke it.
On the plus side, my fingers are silver and glittery. I wish I had some matching face paint. It might help to get me motivated to finish screwing.
I like a challenge but I think I may have been defeated by this screw. It’s aggravating to not make any progress whatsoever for so long.
I don’t have adequate screwdriver skills either. Damn that Rehab Addict chick for making it look so easy to renovate a house. They made a dresser into vanity for Pete’s sake. Genius.
Do you think she’ll let me borrow that crow bar? Oh no. Wait. . . I don’t need a crow bar. A sledgehammer. I bet I could get the screw into the wall with a sledgehammer.
If only, I had orange juice and vodka then I could celebrate with a different sort of screwdriver. Celebrate defeat via a screw? Whatever. I need a drink and/or a nap.
Also, if someone could come finish screwing the screw into the wall. And the three other screws that are waiting in the wings. Yeah, if you could just screw them all in and then hang up my no-sew curtains that I made a few weeks ago that would be great.