My father is an AMAZING carpenter.
He built most of the buildings on my hometown’s main street.
He built my the home I grew up in.
He is who I would want to build my dream home.
He is the best.
With an amazing handyman like that as a father, why oh why can’t I ever hang things.
These three photos are from our bathroom. That’s right, three failed hooks in only one room.
I now have to hang my towel on the door hinge.
And it’s not contained in only one room either.
Here is the living room:
And here is my daughter’s closet:
I’m sorry daddy, I have failed you.
My “bad at hanging things” skills have also caused other problems:
which has lead to this:
Now our little family has no roof over their heads.
Oh the humanity. . . think of the children.