My usual solution to problems is the following five-step progression:1. If it's broken or not working, throw it away.
2. If you can't throw it away, put it under a pile of something else so you can pretend it's not there for a while.
3. If you can't put it under a pile of something else, use duct tape to fix it or patch it back together.
4. If you can't use duct tape then throw it at something or kick it swiftly.
5. If it's too big or too expensive to throw or kick, call dad.
The door that is growing ever closer to being officially bound for the wood chipper I’m still eyeing on Craig’s List, pushed me all the way to DEFCON Five. Call Dad.
My dad is hands down the coolest man I know. For a bajillion reasons most of which involve him putting up with me like. When I told him about this blog and the proliferation of eff bombs and inappropriate humor his first question was, “So….anyone can read this?” Indeed. In terms of DEFCON response times, he’s legendary for saving the day and I am thinking of having a cape made for him for that reason.
