I am Woman, Hear Me . . . Not Roar

I met up with a friend this morning.  We were talking about how accomplished we feel when we complete a task that would typically be a "husband" job in our house.  For example, she lives with 3 men/young men and she put the new grill together all by herself!  Whenever I use power tools I always feel like I am the bomb dot com.  I don't need Doug to show me how to use the miter saw.  I can use the drill, and even change the bits in and out.  I got this. 

Last year, we came across an old wooden desk.  It's all wood.  I sanded it down.  Then when I got tired of that, I bought a safe chemical and chemically removed the stain and dirt.  Then we sanded some more and more and more and more.  Finally, this past week I put the finish on it.  Doug measured and it was going to fit exactly into the place near our tv.  I mean- not a smidge more or it wouldn't fit.  Doug is excellent at measuring.  He knows what all of the "ticks" on the tape mean.  I say things like, "It's 43 1/2 and a couple of ticks."  I'm not an excellent measurer.  The way I measure makes him insane. I don't know why.  (hahahahaha!)  I trust Doug's measuring implicitly. 

As is typical- when he leaves to go out of town, I take on a job to "surprise" him with when he returns.  I decided Andrew and I could move the desk all by ourselves.  Except . . . this. 

What the heck?!  This stupid desk does NOT fit!!!!!!!!  All that sanding for nothing!  I won't lie, I felt a smidge defeated.  I have the most perfect black handles for it. I have a whole plan and . . . it's not gonna work.  

Doug came back, saw the desk situation and . . . put it in the hole with literally no issues.  What the . . . ?  What?! How does this happen?  I mean . . . in the above picture the desk looks obviously a good 1/2 inch and a few ticks too big for the hole!  Did he wave a magic wand?!  Does the universe just go his way, because he commands it too?!  


Unfortunately this is not the only situation in which I couldn't get something easy to do what I needed it to, today.  I guess I'm just trying to show him that I need him, and make him feel manly and necessary.  I'm a good wife like that.  



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