The post wherein all traces of feminism go straight to the bad place

I should never use power tools. Never. It is for this reason and this reason alone that I will probably someday get married...so I can have an on call, 24 hours a day 7 days a week 365 days a year handyman....for free!!! Last night, without having consumed alchohol or other judgement impairing substances, I thought it a good idea to attempt hanging some window treatments in my guest room. A fairly simple task, one might think...but no, my friends, no indeed to those of us who find ourselves lacking the all important "y" chromosome. It all began with the simple task of drilling a teeny tiny hole to put in this cute little plastic thingy called a wall anchor. Well...apparantly my strategy of eyeballing the plastic thingy to determine the correct size drill bit was somewhat flawed, as the resulting hole in my wall looked more like the gaping vagina of a 57 year old hooker than a hole sized for a wall anchor. Since the oversized hole was rather useless, I found myself having to spackle it and try again. [Note: in a pinch, toothpaste will TOTALLY work as spackle. Just Kidding.] Far more success on the second attempt, and I proceeded to screw all three brackets into the wall, put my pretty lace curtain on the rod, and hang them up. I was just stepping back to admire my handiwork when I noticed one unfortunate thing. The left side of the curtain rod was about 35 degrees DOWNHILL from the right side. DAMN THE CROOKED WALLS IN THIS HOUSE!!! I say this because, of course, there is no possible way that the crookedness of the curtain rod is at all my fault. Nope the blame definitely lies with the crooked walls. And do we think I attempted to fix it?? Hell no!! So those of you who will be at the housewarming/b-day bash in a few weeks, if you are in possession of a functioning y-chromosome, I've got a drill and some window treatments with your name on it!!!!