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I am not necessarily the smartest man that ever lived.

A few weeks ago, Emily got her windshield replaced. The repairman initially glued the wrong-sized rearview mirror attachment clip on to the windshield. Being the diligent, finish-what-you-started type employee he was, the repairman didn’t remove the incorrect piece, he just glued the correct piece on top of the wrong one. Translation: on the 1st really hot day after the windshield replacement, the glue holding the rearview mirror on to the wrong-sized clip failed and the mirror fell off.

The wrong-sized clip remained. Remained attached to the windshield with a titanic amount of…umm..grip. It would have taken god-like strength to get that sucker off. A bionic-armed Jesus wouldn’t have been able to do it.

It was bugging me. The wrong-sized clip needed to come off so that I could reglue the right-sized one so that I could reattach Emily’s rearview mirror so that she could see all the horrible drivers behind her rushing up on her at inappropriate and highly alarming speeds.

So, I consulted my friend the internet and learned how to do what a bionic-armed Jesus couldn’t. I needed nail polish remover. (and thus I needed a lunchtime trip to Walmart which almost made my head explode because, ohmygod, some of the people at that place. but whatever.)

Anywho, over the course of three days I applied more and more nail polish remover, slowly letting it do the job of dissolving the glue and freeing the clip. I figured I would wiggle the clip after each attempt and I’d be able to feel a little ‘give’ when I was getting close.

Then I got impatient.

Then I got a wrench. See where this is going?

The good news is that the wrong-sized clip popped right off. The bad news is that so did about 2 or 3 square inches of windshield.

Luckily, Emily is a wonderful person and realizes that I was only trying to help. That I may have made a mistake, but that my motivations come completely from a place of love and a sincere desire to make her life easier.

Oh, and also that I will schedule, handle, and pay for all necessary repairs.

So, yeah, impatience and stupidity 1; Mike 0.

The windshield glass repairman comes tomorrow afternoon.

I think I’ll leave out the part about the wrench.

In Which Mike Rambles about Nothing Particularly Interesting…

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The work week? Still crapolicious, but at least the weekend is in sight.

A rather unexciting day, but one that was punctuated by moments of sheer frustration. So, you know, that made it go faster.

I think my post-work housr will be filled with yard work and perhaps laundry; both of which sorely need to be done. I don’t really mind yard work. Oh, I grumble and groan and get sweaty. But something just feels right about it. I feel like I’m doing something. I can see the progress.

Laundry, on the other hand….

Haaaate. If I ever decided to hire some sort of cleaning person, I might assign laundry as the top priority. I know it’s not hard, but it’s really the only chore I’ve never been able to find some redeeming vaule in. Other than not having clothes covered by bbq stains.

What?

I’m rambling.

Time to go.