Housewarming gift

After his usual Saturday morning run to Tim Horton’s and Canadian Tire, my DH showed me the housewarming gift he purchased for our granddaughter Sarah.    Mind you a tool box would not be the first thing I considered buying Sarah, but to Carl it was the one thing she needed the most.

I am a complete and utter klutz when it comes to anything involving nails, hammer, screwdrivers, duct tape and power tools.   Ask me to hang a picture, you better be prepared to spend the afternoon at the Emergency Room waiting while my hand or foot is stitched.

In our household I do the cooking, shopping and laundering, not because it is the womanly thing to do, it is more for self preservation.  I am the poster person for a walking DIY disaster.  I stay away from any thing sharp like screwdrivers, cutting bolts and God forbid the lawnmower.   Any time I had the “Tim the Toolman” urge, I have a scar to recall the occasion.   My grandson Addison has inherited my “keep away from anything sharp” gene.

As Sarah shows much more tool aptitude, Carl outfitted the tool box with pliers, hammers, tape measure, box cutter, wrenches, and a huge assortment of other handy fix it yourself items.  She will now be able to hang her own pictures, and level her own shelves.   I’m not sure what the red danger tape is for, maybe she can use it when I visit.

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