on a mission.

I'm on a never-ending quest to be a Rosie the Riveter-esque woman. In high school my grandpa hired my brother to help him build on and landscape his acreage. Screw that, I thought... give me a freaking hammer and I'll prove that I can build things too. And I did. I mean, some days I would get flower duty or the super sexy task of painting his horse pen green, but the other days I was sawing, measuring (twice, cutting once), putting up rafters, and playing with the dogs and horses... sue me.

Oh, speaking of suing people... Friday night I went out with some friends and after leaving a jam-packed vodka bar where I was by far the only sober person, I found a note on my car that said, "Hey I'm in the white truck behind you and hit you... sue me... 931-1-jdkfnksvnjkf." Mother effer. I swung around to check out the damage on my back bumper but couldn't see anything incriminating, thankfully. All there is is a little white streak to remind me never to be as big of a douche as that guy was. In the tiniest way possible, I guess I learned a good lesson from Douche McGouche.

Anyway, last night I got home from a run and had one decision: two options. 1. put on my big girl pants and fix my bed or 2. lay in bed and forget it. Like the sensible adult I pretend to be, I chose option 1. So I grabbed some Gorilla Glue (which is still all over my hands today) and my tool box and tore shit up. Actually, I literally did. See, a few weeks ago I rearranged my bed-living room and when I picked up my bed to move it to the opposite wall, I heard a big crrrrrraaaaaaaccccckkkk and there went the back piece of my day bed, ripping off the screws. Sweet, so not only had I ruined my only sleep-on-able thing in my apartment, but it's also a family heirloom. Go figure, right?

Naturally I've been ignoring the damage for several weeks because to be honest, I had no freaking idea how I was going to fix it... until last night. I unscrewed one of the sides and SNAP the other end decided it was done being attached too. Sooo I spent about 20 minutes trying to get all of the little pieces to line up and go back in their respective holes and slots, but do you think it was working? Ha. Instead I made up my own solution involving twine, gorilla glue and a screw driver. You do the math on how that all works, but long story short: my bed is back in one (sort of) piece. One point for the lady.

I can't help but be a little bit proud of myself. Oh, and truth be told I'll probably still have it fixed for real some day.