A question recently posed at Toastmasters was, “What is your talent?”
My talent is to destroy DIY home improvement projects.
I have been banned from ever touching any of my husband’s tools.
It all started many years ago.
There was a sketchy incident with one of the power tools.
It was big.
I am small.
I had to be rescued from a disastrous runaway belt sander.
My darling husband has never let me forget it.
Sometimes he’ll ask me to help him with something simple.
“It’s easy,” he’ll say, “Just help me carry this thing into the other room.”
That thing is always very heavy.
I can never hold up my end properly.
And I inevitably bump into the very things he told me to watch out for, creating a secondary DIY project with scratches, dents and gouges.
Last week I assembled a small bookcase.
I followed the instructions.
But when I got to the last piece, I couldn’t make it work.
The Grown Son stepped in to help.
Apparently the last piece wouldn’t work because I had assembled the whole thing backwards.
He took it apart and put it back together the right way.
Yep, my talent continues to shine.
