Jen the Builder!

Have I ever told you that I'm cheap? Cuz I am.

So when I heard that Target had these 5 shelf bookcases on sale I HAD to have one. A goodly amount of my extensive book collection is currently boxed up or thrown meaninglessly onto a media case. Not a bookshelf.

I managed to manhandle this huge box into my cart. I manhandled it into my car (while several very worried parking lot dwellers observed.) I manhandled it into my house, onto the middle of the floor, and realized, "I'm going to have to assemble this." Great.

Well. I gathered my tool kit...and my courage. I tore open the box (after pushing the cat off.) And behold. A mess.

At least there were instructions, which read something like, "Take board A, attach swivelly tan metal piece Z into the eternal vortex of doom in the top." *SIGH* Part of me gave up and thought, "Tomorrow I will call a capable man to do this for me. I will bake him cookies, and offer him a soda, and watch him assemble my bookcase. We will have polite and entertaining conversations and I will be forever indebted to him for this act of service. Amen."

Then I heard my mother's voice. "Man-up and do it yourself." I figured I could at least try. And when I failed, I would have a nice dramatic sob story to tell the unfortunate fellow whom the task fell upon. Yes, I will be a damsel in distress. But not until after I tried.

So I did. And Spooky helped.



And an hour later.......after many many screws were twisted....nails were hammered.....pegs were stuck.....and bookcase was lifted...........TADA!

I DID IT! I made a bookshelf. Now, I did make one mistake. But since you cannot tell, I will not divulge. If you ever come over though, you will see.

So I went to bed content in my construction ability. And as I closed my eyes, I heard the distinct crash of my cat jumping onto the new toy and shattering a lamp in the process.

Ok, so not everything can be perfect. But I can now be called Jen the Builder.