suffering for the wife
We have a nice deck on the side of our house. Unfortunately, one of the deck boards was cut a bit short and the end screws didn't bite into anything underneath. Now that end is curling up. Only took 20 years to decide to do that. Wife kept tripping on it an, of course, complaining. So, me being the good guy, and harrassed hubby, decided to finaly fix it. Simple fix. I thought. Plan was to cut a hunk of treated 2x6, screw to existing joist to give the deck screws something to screw into. Okay, first problem, my torn up old shoulders could not hold the drill in place to start the screws. So, back in shop on the bench I started the screws. Back under the deck. Still could not get a good hold to start the screws. Intending to go back to shop, I hit my head on a joist, went down face first, whacked my arm, lost my drill and cap, laying in weeds, probably poison ivy, arm hurts and is bloody. Struggle up, gather up cap and drill, stumble out to regroup. Decide to pre-drill all holes. Go back, cannot hold wood in place overhead. Thinking about alternatives, like clamps. Thunder starts, rain starts. Good excuse to quit and cry on y'alls shoulders.
"Folks is funny critters."
Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too. ~Voltaire