The ToolMaster™ does not lollygag. Nor is he a beer-in-hand, football-on-TV kind of guy. His preference is to remain busy and productive even when at home. What can I say? I know I married a special man.
So a few weeks ago, when he had finished his latest project and looked for inspiration, I suggested he build us a fitness room in the basement. I swear, not an hour had passed before he had a crude floor plan drawn up, his wallet in hand, and a sparkle in his eye only glimpsed otherwise when–
Well, you know. He is rather fond of his creative impulses.
However, as projects are wont to do, this one has since morphed into one more complex than proposed. I’m not just getting a fitness room, peeps. I’m getting an entire basement. Thusly, please to observe our developing furnace room.
Can you spot the error that makes this a #FamilyFail foto?
See that box-like object just behind the pail? Notice that it’s hemmed in by several-hundred pounds of of drywall and framing, two furnaces and a hot water heater?
Yup. That’s a homemade toy box, and there’ no way that sucker’s coming out without being disassembled. Know what the funniest part of this is? When I hauled out my iPhone and suggested I’d take a picture for Tartitude, The ToolMaster’s face almost split with his grin. He wanted me to show you.
My, how the family reaction to me blogging has shifted. 😉
As far as construction errors go, this one’s pretty minor. I think the kids and I only had to cover our ears a few times, so as not to have our sensibilities offended.
How about you? Any near misses or similar ConstrutionFails to share?