We met at the local lumberyard to order a new basement window and a new door to go between the garage and basement. Apparently the window is a weird funky custom size and we’re going to re-think what needs to happen with that. I don’t much care since although it is as rotten as the state of the world, it isn’t a big gaping hole like we have between the garage and basement.
We have to do a little work with the saw to get the door to fit into the opening, but I’m not worried about that. Because I’m one mean muther when it comes to home improvement. And, that’s the reason for this posting. The guy working the counter at the lumberyard looked at us and asked how handy we are. Well, I understand he didn’t want to sell a complex job to people with zero skillz. But, I got the feeling that my having curves is what prompted that question. Let me tell you what mister lumbering lumber salesman, I can freaking wield a hammer like you’ve never seen. I’m the freaking yoda of hammer swinging.