IF I WERE A CARPENTER'S SON

or daughter...i would know how to fix up a shoe cabinet just like that.

as the roomie and i were struggling with the various pieces of wood and different lengths of nails and screws, this ol' thing popped into my head:

"how many idiots does it take...?"

add the shoe cabinet into the equation and you have us - me and jac.

of course, things got a lot better as we pieced everything together...though the knobs on the doors look rather like a pair of cocked-eyes.


Cock-eyed knobs

as you may be able to tell, the right one is slightly lower than left one.

all because we were trying to expedite the process. dang.

so there you go...we are no carpenters, but hell, we sure are proud of ourselves for putting THAT THING together. =)

*high-five roomie!

the roomie and i are constantly amused at our eating habits.

WE EAT LIKE PIGS.

rather, I EAT LIKE A PIG.

on most occasions, we'd be saying things like "oh my gosh, i'm so bloated" or "that's it, i'm done".

then we'd ask for the dessert menu or smear an extra pound of tartar sauce on that second last piece of fried fish.

today, we had to take the basement route to the carpark to AVOID GELARE...knowing that if we were to pass by it, we'd somehow justify our urge for that scoop of wild strawberry.

wild strawberry = orgasmic experience

hmm...come to think of it, we shouldn't have too much of those, should we? ;)

in other news...

there're times when i get too carried away with my word associations.

like...while talking to constable flirt 1 today, i somehow managed to get from "you men with your beer and your machismo" to "i think i have a lot of testosterone".

constable flirt 1 looked bemused.

all i'll say is...that was only the tip of the bloody huge iceberg.

WHAT A DAY.