So, for some reason, my dad was under the impression that my sister's husband is the master builder. He had failed to notice that, in the last 10 years or so, I have been the only person not paid by a company who has bothered to put together any of the furniture in the house, which includes the desk of extreme difficulty that my laptop is currently sitting on. I was just happy with my previous accomplishments, but now, I was annoyed at his oversight. And that means I HAD to prove him wrong. Not that it really made a difference. Oh well. Moving on.
Step One: Find the box
Step Two: Open the box
Step Three: Build the bloody thing
Step Four: Move the heavy hunk of particle board into place, and marvel at what you've made
Step Five: Hide the bodies of those who tried to tell you "You're doing it wrong".
Tell me you did not really expect me to post a picture for step 5. It defeats the purpose of the "hiding" partPhotos taken by Jenn on a Canon camera on May 15, 2010, Except for Step 4, which was taken Sept 14, 2010
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