Last week I was lucky enough to get to hang curtain rods in our madeover living room. I'm always game for hanging curtains because it involves three of my favorite things: 1) drilling holes in our walls, 2) working with fun fabrics, and 3) getting on Mandy's good side. Only one of those things is true.
I set up the ladder, collected the necessary tools (drill, bit, drywall anchors, tape measure, pencil, stud finder, handsome handyman, etc) and got set to work. It was only after I was perched on the ladder, drill in hand, that I asked Mandy the question:
How high do you want these curtains?
She was stunned. It was as if I'd asked her to calculate the average airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. A blank stare and silence told me that I'd better seek answers from a more trustworthy, knows-all-things-crafty source.
And I was caught in the act.
Am I simply a well trained domesticated male? Or am I brainwashed?
Note: Can someone please help out Mandy? She has no idea of the significance of an unladed swallow...