Still have all my fingers and toes

In my 34 years I have been accused of being many things. Never has anyone called me “handy”. That doesn’t get me angry. I don’t get mad very often, but on the rare occasion it happens, nothing gets broken: No fists end up in walls and no plates are thrown. Hell, I would love to do that stuff and vent some frustration. Trouble is, should I damage something, I won’t be able to repair it. The Mister Fix-it gene was not passed on to me.

That being said, I was very proud of myself. Today, I hung new blinds and put up new drapes. I got to use my Firestorm Power Drill. It was a Christmas gift from an old boss 5 years ago. This was the 3rd time I used it. I am very pleased to report that no one was injured during the installation… however; we still can’t find one of the cats.