i took another stab at this home improvement stuff.
turns out, anything is possible when you have "a person".
turns out, anything is possible when you have "a person".
{ever seen the episode of grey's anatomy when christina tries to explain why meredith is her person?
"she's my person. if i murdered someone, she's the person i'd call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. she's my person."
everyone needs a person.}
turns out that crappy builder-installed mirror is tough as nails... and even a few wind-up swings with the hammer didn't affect it a smidge.
"she's my person. if i murdered someone, she's the person i'd call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. she's my person."
everyone needs a person.}
turns out that crappy builder-installed mirror is tough as nails... and even a few wind-up swings with the hammer didn't affect it a smidge.
and then i tried a real novel technique. i pried it off with the back end of the hammer.
it was so lack-lustre. no broken glass. no fright. no mess.
it was so lack-lustre. no broken glass. no fright. no mess.
just a crummy oval mirror, leaning against the hall closet and 9 patches of drywall, waiting for some putty and sanding.
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