I got banned.

From what you ask?

From assembling furniture.

(My Banana friends will love this.)

Remember the office chair I retrieved from the alley? Did I ever tell that story? If I didn't, here is the short version of it.

I was using a folding chair at my table/desk. Mr. B left for work and told me that there was an office chair in the alley. It was to be thrown away with a neighbor's garbage. I asked him to grab it for me. He said, "No way. I'm not going to be seen taking someone's trash." So - - I did. I took the walk of shame across the alley and *very quickly* wheeled the chair to my house. I was SO embarrassed! I didn't know I could move that fast. Humiliation will do that to you. I got the chair home, wiped it down with lysol and was good to go. It squeaked a little and the arm had a tear in the leather. But - - it was a real office chair and beat the stuff out of my folding chair.

Fast forward to today. I was complaining to Mr. B that my chair looked like crap, squeaked *real* bad and was scratching up my chair mat. He said he'd go look. He found one. It was normally $100 marked down to half price at one of the office stores.

Awesome.

He brought it home, set the box down and proceeded to make him some lunch. I was like - ???? Okay, I can do this. I have a degree from college. How hard can it be?

Hard.

I put EVERYTHING in the wrong place. I completely jacked it up. The *only* thing I did right was put the casters (wheels) in the right spot. I kid you not. I felt like a freakin' moron. He had to take it all apart and re-assemble it. He told me that he learned a valuable lesson. I have *zero* ability to follow directions.

So, today he banned me from assembling furniture. Fine with me. Maybe next time he'll learn to pay more attention to my need for immediate gratification than to make me wait.

On the upside - - I have a brand new, quite comfortable, office chair. Yay me.