Yesterday was Tuesday. But it might as well have been a Monday. The morning was just so chock full of the opposite of win. When I finally made it home after a long day, I had a nice dinner with the family and finally made it upstairs to my home office to start working on some freelance writing. I got about 30 minutes into it when I suddenly heard the house alarm go off. It …
Bob the Builder’s got nothing on me. Neither does his Spanish-speaking cousin Handy Manny. Tim the Toolman Taylor? Even his ridiculous, accident-causing projects squash my abilities. In other words, I suck at fixing things. Actually, that’s not true. I’m pretty decent with electronics. Got a DVD player that needs hooking up? Even printers and wireless networks I can handle with minimal cursing. But ask me to do even basic home repairs and you’re better off …
