Don't try this at home

So after 2 years of complaining about the sun shining in the big kitchen window, disabling my vision, probably fading the floor, I have curtains.  No easy task.  However, Erik was out last night.  Something about a big football game.  And said he would put them up "tomorrow."  What?  I waited two years.  If I wanted them up tomorrow I would have picked them up tomorrow.  You know.  So I did it myself.  And if I ever write a book about 100 ways to annoy your husband, #72 would be "send texts to him that say things like 'do we have a ladder' and 'what's a drill bit' and 'why won't the plastic thing go all the way in the wall.'"  It's cheap fun.