So I was getting ready to get a new bed when I deiced that I should get a bunk bed, so that Megan (my brothers "girlfriend") has somewhere to sleep when she comes over. I also wanted something that my parents could keep after I left to use for grandkids and other guest and such.
So that being said, we needed somewhere to put it. So I got the brilliant idea of hanging selves on the wall so I could get rid of the big cheap walmart selves I already had.
Well I had never put selves on the wall before and my father wanted them perfectly centered on the wall and for the brackets to be perfectly centered on the selves. This meant that we would have to be anchors in the wall to keep the selves up because we couldn't just put the selves in studs. This was our first mistake.
Our second mistake was letting me be the one to hang the selves, as I had never done it before and I clearly didn't know what I was doing...Oh you don't think I clearly didn't know what I was doing. Well let me just put your mind at ease.
This is a picture of the first two selves that went up. It took me about 8 hours and two days of fussing to get them up on the wall. If this isn't evidence enough left me just reassure you some more.
This is a picture of what happened when I tried to hang the third and final shelf. See what no one told me was that there could be a water main in the wall I was drilling holes in for Three days now. So when I hit a little snag with the drill I had no idea that "little snag" would be the hot water line. Well 100 of gallons of water and a very wet and destroyed room later. I was up to my knees in a new problem.
It took three days to clear out all the water and everything that got ruined. I was lucky that my uncle had just came home when I popped a hole in the line, he was able to go out and turn it off before the whole house was flooded.
After the longest week of my life we decided that the baseboards needed to come up because they looked too water damaged to stay.
This is where mistake number three comes into play.
This would be me after taking down half of the wall. I realized it was too far gone when I put the crowbar to the wall to take the baseboards off and it went right throw it. I also realized just how big a mess I made when it only took a few minutes to take it down because it pretty much just fell off the wall.
Now we are in the midst of redoing the whole room. I lost just about half of everything I own including the two book selves that had made it safely onto the wall. We're all in good spirits about it...for now anyway. We'll see just how long that last.
We've all learned a very valuable lesson here.
My dad learned that when I say I don't know how to do something and I need help, that he should really come help me.
My mother learned that I can throw away stuff and I'm not really a hoarder(well mostly not a hoarder).
My uncle learned he can run really fast in a flood.
And I learned that I have to get married one day so I have someone to use a drill for me!
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