So... what did we learn today?

My 'thing' as it were... is to play with power tools. LOVE the power tools. My husband however, does not love that I love his power tools. So my modus operandi is generally to wait until he's out of town for a few days. And then make my move and hope to god I don't cut off a limb. I've gotten so many projects done this way. There's such satisfaction in knowing that I did it myself. And lived to tell about it!

So this week, my hubby and his father were going out of town together for 3 days. Within seconds of hearing of the plan, I had my own already percolating in my mind. The basement closet. I HATE IT. It's USELESS. It clearly needs to go. And since hubby has been cleaning out a commercial building we own about an hour away from where we live, and bringing mostly CRAP home... I'd found in that, a wooden kind of double locker thing that I wanted to stain and put where the closet currently exists. WHOOO HOOO! A plan!!! I LOOOOOVE a plan. That involves power tools...

As soon as they left the driveway this morning, I was in RENO MODE. lmao I did a grocery run so I wouldn't have to leave the house for anything while I worked. Then came home and got ready.

Matt had his friend Ryan over working on his computer, and within minutes of the first 'BASH, BANG!' sound, the 3 teenage boys were at my side, begging for their turn to bash the closet walls in.

WHOO HOOO! 3 guys over 6' tall ready to do my work for me? HELLOOOOOOO?! Mama's no idiot. I handed them each a hammer, grabbed the camera to document the mayhem, warned them to be careful and we were off!! HOLY CRAP those guys can destroy something FAST! ROFL!

The 'before pic' of what the closet looked like. Totally useless and I've wanted it gone for years.

Can you SMELL the testosterone?? lolol

Annnnnd that's when things took a turn. Annnnnnd we spent over 3 hours in the ER.

Corey friggin took a huge swipe at a strip of corner bead (metal) and his 'enormous strength' bent the strip so it snapped back and sliced his hand. Wide open. About an inch from his surgery scar when he broke the hand last winter. Blood everywhere. 4 sutures later... FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD.

But when we finally dragged our sorry selves back home - look!!! Matt had gotten a huge head start on the cleanup! WITHOUT MY ASKING HIM! It was a HUGE MESS when we tore out of here with blood everywhere and me thinking Corey may have julienned a tendon. So after all that happened, I was really appreciative of this. :-) Maybe there's hope for him after all. lol


Note to self.... when teenage boys ask to help DESTROY SOMETHING. Politely decline. The testosterone surge is impossible to contain. And it's not going to end well. Apparently.