Ya gotta love power tools. Tonight we got that damn thing together in about twenty minutes.
If the thought of me with a drill in my hands doesn’t frighten you–it should. I have this evil cackle I can’t stop, when I have my Black and Decker takes-two-hands, sixteen drill bits and a couple extra toys including screwdriver heads, reversible, powerful, zoomy, loud–you get the picture.
Stand back, and put your goggles on.
Damn thing is together. And it’s not coming apart.
Thanks, Dad. I’ll never be the fixer-upper you are, but at least I know which end of the drill goes where. I’m grateful.