All I did was some home repair, although it was a bit more in-depth than normal. Typically my highest extent involves painting or something with a hammer- hence how this was somewhat "new" for me....
I fixed both toilets: one had that annoying "drip-drip" noise and only needed some fiddling with the ballcock (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!). The other was constantly running and I needed to completely redo the workings in the tank area. I had zero idea what I was doing (Example 'A'- forgetting to turn off the water to the toilet before I took it apart) but whatever I did- worked.
I also had to take the iron frame off my backdoor (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!) and reset it. The frame had somehow shifted over time and the door wasn't locking anymore. Well, it would lock but as the locks weren't in line with the bolt holes, the door could simply be pushed open. Overall this wasn't too difficult except trying to hold the frame in place and re-attach it at the same time. Took a bit.
I know there are those of you going: "What the hell? Where's the fun? Where's the excitement? Where's the accident we're so desperately awaiting from 'Mr Safety' here?". I did have an "oops" afterwards while boning some pork butt (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!!) for tomorrow's feast. Ended up with a 3-inch slice along my right forearm. It's a beauty too- curved, skin only, with a nice raised part. It's a pity my comic book-like healing will clear it before December begins.
You always hear not to "drink and drive", but what about "drink and bone"?
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