"Where the hell is this part, and why did you move it?"
Andrea doesn't tell me to fuck off.
I find part in second place I look, a more logical place than the first place. I feel like a heel, say sorry.
Rinse-repeat for every component and wire in the house.
We did manage to destroy a vase, attempting to move furniture with it on top. As soon as it happened I just seethed in rage at our collective stupidity. There were two of us, and we both missed it. I fear for our unborn child's safety. Who moves furniture with fragile things delicately balanced on top? Two morons in a house armed with power tools.
So the hole drilling went according to plan thanks to the engineers who came before me. The hole saw was designed in such a manner that the bolt would come loose after some sawing and make a horrible sound. This horrible ound was the drill not destroying itself or my hand as it bound up on the hardwood floor. I would not have thought of something like that in my own hand saw invention and people would have died.
Fun things I got to do when moving an entertainment center 3 feet:
- Evaluate all components. Do I really need a DVD player when I have a PS3 sitting in the entertainment center? A CD player? We don't even have CDs on the ground floor.
- Finally get the PS3 to stream from my computer - that's one step closer to "cable? What cable?" (err, satellite but same difference)
- Figure out why my subwoofer hasn't worked for a year - it's amped so needed to go into the Pre-Out plug on the back of my receiver. Also realized Surround Sound speakers shouldn't be plugged into "Rear Surround Sound" unless they're actually, you know, behind you.
- Had my wife comment "wow it sounds like we're actually using that sound system now" - I'm going to play Mortal Kombat for 4 days showing her just how much we're using it.