Saturday, April 30, 2011

In which I talk to myself.

So, as you might have guessed, I live alone now.  Well, with my cat.  Which is totally cool and fine.  I'm liking it actually.  If I put something down, it's exactly where I left it when I get back.  If something is misplaced or a mess, I have no one to blame but myself.  It's great.

This being said, I have spent an ungodly amount of time on the telephone and texting lately.  And I also tend to talk to myself.  (I did that before, but now it may have increased.)

Today, my stubborn ass was trying to put together a vacuum cleaner without any tools.  Because I don't actually own any tools.  And my stubborn ass refuses to spend money on them because, seriously, WHEN am I going to need them?

Well, except for putting together this vacuum cleaner.
And my new bicycle.

Oh, whatever.  I can clearly enlist the help of others.

Or just use my hands.

Today, I chose the latter.  I figured it wasn't a big deal, it was only one screw that secured the handle to the rest of the vacuum.  No biggie.  So I fussed with it a little and was able to screw it in without a screwdriver.  I wiggled the handle.  Pretty stable.

"HA!"  I yelled, triumphant.  "Take that, vacuum!  I don't need any stinkin' tools."

Then I pushed the vacuum forward maybe a quarter of an inch, and the handle fell off in my hand, the screw shooting out and rolling across the floor.

It was one of those moments where I could only shake my head.  And then tweet about it.


the Music of the Night said...

OMG! I forgot about your bike!!!
let me know when is good for you and i will try to figure out when i can make it there.. and i will try and help you with your vaccum as well

Alison said...

That's okay! I enlisted the help of Mike and Lauren and they put it together while I barked orders hahaha. But thanks anyway! :)