Tonight I Learned How to Chuck My Bit!!

I just had to share...how I am becoming the handiest girl EVER. So last week, when the movers dropped off my 88 boxes, Barry my totally awesome Moving Man, said he'd come back to help shove my tv into the entertainment center once I removed the back side of it. Basically, I have a 32" tv that's a flat screen, but it's still got the junk in the trunk, you know? It's a few years old, so it's not totally flat like the new ones today. It's got bedonkadonk.

So Barry said I'd need to cut the back out of the entertainment center to get the tv in b/c he couldn't do it for "liability reasons." So I went to some particular chain hardware-type store (I can't mention any names due to particular NASCAR affiliations, sponsors, drivers, and friends :-) and I bought a saw and a drill. Then I went home and sawed the back end out of this thing and got my tv into it, with Barry's assistance.

So I didn't get to use my drill til tonite. I was going to install this under-the-counter-mounted-radio thing in the kitchen, and I tried driling thru the bottom of my cabinets, and it wasn't working very well. I was convinced the guy at that chain store ripped me off with some cheap-ass drill, so I tried calling Pete (no answer), then I called Just Jenny. It was a Monday, so she was drunk. (Sorry, just jealous, Jenny!) She was like, "Meggggan, you know you're calling me about a drill, right? Hang on....PAAAAATIIICKKKK!" (I knew all along what I was doing ;-) So Jen's BF gets on the phone and he starts asking me questions, like, "Are you using a 14 or 18 volt drill?" um, 9.6. "WHAT? Is it cordless?" yes. This goes on for a bit til I realize what's wrong: I don't have the right bit inserted into the drill! OK, cool, so I will do this and that and blah blah, get the thing inserted and start drilling. Patrick puts Jen back on the line, but as soon as I start saying I need to talk to Patrick again, he's all, "Does she know how to chuck the bit?" I say, NO, that's what I was just gonna ask about......just maybe not in those exact words....So Patrick walks me thru chucking the bit, and I am so proud and ready to drill down my house now. But now Jen is jealous b/c she thinks we are talking dirty to each other (and she's drunk) so when I call her back to say, "It worked PISSA!!!" she just says she'll call me tomorrow and hangs up.

Jen, do you remember me calling?

Patrick, thanks for your help!!

Me, you go girl! Now I am ready to drill into the plaster in my bedroom to mount my tv. Whoo Hooooooo!!