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Sunday, June 17, 2007

@#%@*# Arrow Yard-Saver 410 Shed!!

Well ... As you're likely aware, Mom is on vacation from school.

How has she been spendin' her "summer" vacation?

She been attempting to assemble/construct a storage shed furry much like this one in the carport beside the backyard fence.

She and Grandma (Grandad is "busy" readin' mystery novels; Mom got him hooked and now he's spendin' most of his awake time immersed in a novel ... Stupid, Mom. Furry, furry stupid ...) started "constructing" on Friday just after lunch working until after 8 PM, and then again today for more than six hours.

The shed still isn't complete, but at least it's not falling down.

They threw away the German-language instructions in favor of the ones seemingly in English.

The technical drawings indicated different assembly than the written directions, so Mom took the shed apart at least twice trying to match the written instructions.

The shed is metal, so Mom's got cuts on her fingers, elbow, and two of her toes. She's had to sit on her knees for two days now, so she's got bruised kneecaps. She's also scraped across her tummy 'cuz some of the screws are at the very bottom where you can't see the tiny holes without gettin' down to their level. I heard her say somethin' 'bout "@#%$* Gucci no-line bifocals!!"

If you can hear metal clattering (FURRY LOUDLY) and the following curse words ... #@$%#^*&@, @$&@, and #%@-@%%#& ... chances are you're not too far from the construction zone.

I hope that Mom and Grandma get the darned thing assembled pretty quick, 'cuz "constructing" is seriously cutting into my cuddle time! When I tried to snuggle last night, all Mom said was "ow, ow, owwww!"

She's walkin' around like a really old person ... like ELEVENTY-SQUILLION years old! I'm serious! ... and she's covered in Band-Aids. She even claims not to want to pet me 'cuz of the blisters on her thumb and fingers from the screwdriver (I naturally said that she could use her left hand for pets ... I'm not picky!).

C'mon ... It's not rocket science, Mom!

6 comments:

Yoggie said...

Good luck to mom!

Mungo N Teazer said...

Oh no! Momma was finkin bout gettin one of dese fur da flamey thingy an da bye-sicles. We doan wan her to get hurted... we gotta stop her!

Hope your momma and gramma feel better soon.

Benjamin said...

wow...that's quite an undertaking!

i was hoping that it'd be a garage you'd be putting up though, so you could get your mercedes!

ben fuzz

DaisyMae Maus said...

Nice thought, Ben ... Mom would LOVE a Mercedes, but the black masheen is fine for now. The new shed (which is ALMOST finished) will hold Mom's kayak, some overflow holiday ornaments, and some other stuff that takes up too much room in the office. With the office cleared out, there'd be some room for your momma to come and visit!
DMM

Zoey and the furballs (the Zoo Crew) said...

Uhhh, actually I think it may be more difficult than rocket science.

Chairman Mao said...

Laffin' at Eleventy Squillion! I'm sorry your momma's sore and owie. I hope they get the shed built soon, and if you want me to, I'll teleport ofur and help!

Kittyhugs and purrs from MaoMao!