Homme Improvement

There is a reason why it is called "do it yourself"... because, alas, you have to do it yourself. Many moons ago I purchased a bed. This came in 2 parts:

1.) A crappy mattress

2.) A crappy frame

The frame, which goes by the alias "Bed in a Box", requires some assembly. So, I asked my darling, dear, sweet N to please help me do this as it is a two (wo)man job. He unflinchingly agreed. How could I be so blessed? Fast forward 7 weeks:

<-- The bed frame... in all its unassembled glory.

Last weekend we decided - "Oh, who cares about the stupid bed?! Life is too short to care about sleeping on just a mattress... Asian people do it all the time! Let's have a nice relaxing weekend and put it in the calendar* to put that sucker together on Wednesday night!" [Carefree laughter. We are so laid back you can just see simple material needs and worries, such as bed frame assembly, roll insouciantly off our backs.]***

***Some poetic license has been taken and obviously the conversation was a little less histrionic... But you get the idea.

Why I find this picture...annoying...:

1.) It was taken today (slightly over 24 hours since Wednesday)

2.) It apparently reflects some "progress"

I came home Wednesday night hoping to find my bed frame almost complete. Promises kept. Projects coming to fruition. Instead, I found..."progress".

Last week, the bed went from "in a box" to "on my floor next the mattress". Last night the bed went from "on the floor next to my bed in plastic wrap" to "4 parts unwrapped and placed on the bed". That was the progress.

My response? Obviously, a pat on the back, unfathomable gratitude aaaand this shaming post.

*Fun fact: They call it "diary". When you pencil someone in...you pen it in your "diary". Which can be a little confusing... At first I thought everyone journaled here - that they liked to keep copious notes on their life activities in their personal diaries or something. That's sweet. And reflective...