Saturday afternoon, our dog went crazy, barking at something dangerous or threatening outside the front window. Like the turtledoves that nest in front of our house. Or a bunny. In his excitement, he got his head stuck in the mini-blinds. And what do dogs do when they get their heads stuck? They thrash back and forth, until they’re able to loose themselves of the surly bonds of whatever the hell’s got ’em stuck.
In this case, the dog tore the blinds half out of the window, bending and breaking them.
When he settled down, he (the dog) said rather sheepishly, “Uh, you might wanna go to H*me Depot and get some new mini-blinds.”
I won’t repeat what I said. It’s already cost me a couple of quarters.
So we went to H*me Depot today. I gave the nice man the measurement for the window width. He quizzed me several times, to be sure that I was giving him the correct measurement before he cut the blind. I was getting annoyed, but I remained cheerful and gave him the measurement once again. (I was already a bit peeved that Mr. H was out of town, leaving me to deal with insane dogs and broken blinds.)
Of course, I did measure accurately. Which I proved when I installed the new hardware and snapped the new blind in place. I was quite proud. Overall, I do pretty well at handling things when Mr. H is out of town. I might not always like it, but in the end I get things done.
Wanna see? I know you do.
Okay, so it’s possible that even though I was right about the width, I
definitely maybe just guessed at the height of the window.
And even though I told Mr. H on the phone that husbands who are out of town don’t get to laugh at the Mrs. Fix-it mistakes of their wives, he roared long and loud at this one. (“You guessed? You guessed at the height? And you were 18 inches off? Bwah hah hah hah!”) ‘Cause you know men are so damn good at judging the size of things. (Okay, so I was more than just a little bit off…)
So it’s back to H*me Depot for another set of mini-blinds (please, please, let there be a different blind-cutting guy on duty).
You know, I’ll just bet they sell lock-changing kits, too.