My wife’s closet organizer fell off the wall two nights ago. She asked if I could put it back together. Sure, husband work and all that. Well, it’s a bit of a pain in the ass, as one support would fall out when I put one in, then I hit my head on the closet door. A few swear words later, and she’s complaining about my language. Fine, you fix it if it’s so damn easy. Two hours later she’s off to find some replacement parts somewhere. If everything was a piece of cake to do, there would be no frustration in my life and I’d be much happier.  She’s figuring that out tonight. 


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