When you look up “handyman” in the dictionary the definition says “the opposite of Bryan Allain”.
If you know me at all, you know I’m the worst handyman ever. It doesn’t help that my father-in-law is a retired homebuilder either. There’s no sense in me attempting any project when I know he can do it twice as well in half the time.
I’m not sure how this happened. My dad is a great handyman. He has put in flooring, built a deck, and re-shingled their house. I can’t even fix a wobbly chair. Thankfully, Erica has much grace for me in this deficient area of my life, though I’m sure even she gets annoyed by incompetence from time to time.
Just how bad of a handyman am I? So bad that I classify an activity as easy as “putting up Christmas lights” as a handyman activity. If it involves the house, and putting something up (christmas lights, picture frames, light fixtures), I stink at it like yesterday’s salmon.
The Un-Handyman strikes again
This morning I tried to put Christmas lights in the bushes in our front yard. As you might have guessed, this didn’t turn out so well.
What about you guys? Any fellow Un-Handymen (or un-handywomen) out there? Or can you hold your own with hammer, nail, wood, screwdrivers, drills, and other such difficult things that I can’t seem to figure out?