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Me And The House, Falling Apart
- by Marisa
- October 31, 2008
GRMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE
A long time ago, when Nick was about 6 years old, he made a mess of my kitchen bar stools with a pen knife. He was poking holes in a plastic lid so his pet toad could get air. He cut that lid straight through to the seats on my stools.
Last year I replaced those seats, keeping the metal bases. The new seats weren’t as comfortable as the old ones but they were close enough. I hoped they’d last another dozen years. Uh, yeah, right.
Already, one of the bar stools is out of commission. Two of the four screws that hold the seat onto the base have fallen out and are now lost. I’m sure one of my boys can fix it but I’m just not very happy that the screws fell out in the first place. I have to face the fact that I’ll probably need all new stools in another year or so.
At this rate, I’ll never be able to save enough for my Botox, Restylane, Liposuction, or whatever else is on that ever growing list of ways to slice myself to perfection.
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One of the great challenges of homemaking is overcoming problems like these – especially when you have young kids around. For things like the barstools you can usually do a bit of DIy to fix them yourself, although I’m sure he’ll only go and break them again! LOL