Soooo, remember how I built a grill (with minimal help from Boyfriend)? This conversation recently happened:
Boyfriend: Saw your post today.
Me: Yep! I am a GRILL BUILDING MACHINE! I should put that under special skills my resume.
Boyfriend: I thought it was interesting how you conveniently didn’t mention how many screws you had left over. Or the handle.
Me: Oh yeah…I forgot about that.
Boyfriend: Sure, and I haven’t been googling prices of Ukrainian hookers.
Me: Wait, WHAT?!
Anyhoosies, I need to explain one tiny little thing on the grill.
So, I had to screw the handles on two doors. Each handle required two bigger screws. That means I needed four big screws, for all you people are aren’t good at math. This was essentially the last step before popping the doors in and being done.
However, this is what I was left with:
That is three big screws and three small screws. I am convinced that they gave us two extra small screws, and that I had somehow accidentally used a big screw somewhere when a small screw would do.
Or, the manufacturer messed up. Either way, that means one handle got two screws, but the other one is only held on by one.
Some may say this makes me a failure at grill building, but I disagree. I believe this tiny hiccup just shows I’m a fallible human being. And really, shouldn’t Boyfriend be glad to hear that? There would be a lot of pressure on him if his girlfriend were ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. You’re welcome, Boyfriend.
Really, I did it for us.