Thoughts of Independence

On a cold, Sunday morning where would you expect to find a 24 year old, single girl? Laying in bed after a night of partying? On a morning jog at the park? Sipping a latte and reading the Sunday Post at Starbucks? Perhaps. Where was I this Sunday morning? I was at Home Depot. My closet doesn't have a shelf or bars and after 2 weeks of keeping my clothes in cardboard boxes, I decided to take matters into my own hands and "build" a closet. I consider myself to be an independent woman so I figured that doing it for myself was my only option. I went to Target to find one of those closet contraptions that consists of shelves and bars that you can install yourself. The box insisted that it would be easy and that I would only need the help of a few simple tools. I had put together a few Ikea items here and there so I thought "this should be a piece of cake." Hah. I armed myself with the tools from my uncle's garage (all ones he had never used), opened the box and emptied out its contents. I skipped the first instruction, which was to identify all the parts and make sure they were all present. I always skip that step - its for chumps. Three hours and a terrible backache later, I had succeeded in finishing step 1, which was to find and mark the studs 87.5 inches above the ground. I had an eye doctor appointment, so I used that as a breaking point. When I got back, I noticed a truck with a construction company's name on it in our driveway. My aunt explained to me that she admired my efforts and thought it was "cute" that I was going to try to install it myself but that at the rate I was going, the closet wouldn't be done until next month so she called over the handy men they use and paid for them to install the closet. They had it done in about 35 minutes. Its the thought that counts, right?