Remember when I told you, via a Single Girl Files post, that I really needed a man because I didn’t own a hammer and I didn’t know how to fix things?
Well. Apparently, I need one around for other reasons too.
Case in point: Saturday morning, I had an appointment at the local garage to have my winter tires put on. My mom had called and made the appointment for me earlier in the week, then called to let me know I had to have my car there by 9 AM Saturday morning. Because I had plans to go with Lindsay to pick up my bridesmaid dress in Arnprior at 9 AM, I made arrangements with her to pick me up at the garage at 8 AM. It wasn’t open yet, so I just left my keys under the mat for them.
I hopped in her Jeep and off we went. It was a wonderful morning. I was able to try on my dress (IT FRIGGIN’ FIT!!!!), and then we went out for breakfast (Eggs Benedict…deep-fried homefries…mmmmm…IT MIGHT NO LONGER FIT!!!!).
We were headed back to take the Ferry home around 11:30 AM when Lindsay, very casually, said to me, “So…you said you they were putting your winter tires on for you today?”
“Well…were your tires already there?”
That’s right. I had taken my car and parked it in the garage lot, and left them my keys.
But I didn’t take my winter tires.
So I quickly called my mom on my cell, and said, “So…does Mark have my tires at the garage?” (Hoping, against hope, that maybe he stored them for me for the summer or something? Because I’m sure that’s a normal thing for a garage to do, right?)
“WELL HE DOES NOW!” she exclaimed.
Turns out, Mother had waited and waited for me to stop in and get my winter tires out of their garage, and when I didn’t appear, she loaded them up and took them over herself. She then proceeded to tell Mark, “My daughter needs a man. She apparently didn’t realize that she had to actually bring her tires for you to put on!”
And of course, uproarious laughter ensued.
Gimme a break. I’m a girl. My mom told me I had to have the car there at 9 AM, but she never told me I had to take the tires with me!!!!
Totally her fault.
Oh, and while we’re at it. Another reason I need a man? I have a brother. And a brother-in-law. And neither of them are overly co-operative when I ask them to help me put up Christmas lights.
On Sunday, we were celebrating my soon-to-be sister-in-law’s birthday at my place. PERFECT chance for the boys to put up my lights. I had put net lights on the little tree at the front door already, and even assembled and connected the little snowman I had bought too. That was a big accomplishment.
But I had also bought red lights to go on the big spruce tree between my house and the church next door. We did that a few years ago and they looked so nice, but last year I left it too late and never got them up. I think I also had mowed the extension chord or something. (What? You’re supposed to take lights down before summer time? Who knew…) Anyways…I got a new extension chord, new lights…All I needed were the men to put them up. And I had two of them sitting right there in my living room.
Holy smokes, you’d think I’d asked them to do some really hard, terrible job. Like open-heart surgery or something. They weren’t overly enthusiastic about it. And they were mad at me because I didn’t have a good ladder for them to use.
Um, hello? This is me, remember? The girl who didn’t even own a hammer. Now you magically expect me to have a nice ladder in my possession? Sure.
They found this rickety old wooden ladder in my garage, and leaned it precariously against the tree, and then they just kind of tossed the lights on haphazardly.
I’m not complaining. They look fine. I’m happy they are up. My deepest thanks to Luke and Chris for obliging me.
But if I had a man to boss around, he would’ve spent a lot more time making it just right. And he hopefully would’ve come with a good ladder, too.
Now. There is some good news, folks. I have made progress.
I actually do own a hammer now. I bought a whole tool set a few weeks ago at Canadian Tire. A pink one. Because that’s the kind of tools girls use.
The bad news? I forgot to buy nails.
Hammers are kind of useless without nails, I’ve discovered.
I also bought a set of shelves that I was going to put up ALL BY MYSELF with my BRAND NEW PINK TOOL KIT and I was so excited about it.
Until I read the instructions, and it said I needed a drill. My pink tool kit came with a hammer, a tape measure, a screwdriver, an exacto knife, pliers, scissors, and a bunch of little do-dads that I have no idea what they are for.