I am a home-owning, tool-wielding goddess! I rule the minor repair world! Look upon my works, ye mighty -- ye contractors, ye handymen, ye folks who would charge me a gazillion dollars for 10 minutes worth of work -- and despair! I just used a hole saw bit on my cordless drill, and nobody died or was maimed! No state of emergency was declared! Wendy didn't have to call 911 or anything! It's all very exciting.

OK, fine, it's all very exciting to me, but you have to understand that we're talking about someone who broke her arm walking. I trip over nonexistent objects; I have the hand-eye coordination of a blind snake. I tend to be pretty hopeless when it comes to anything physical or practical. But I was able to drill a 2 1/4 inch hole, without incident, in our carport fence so we could chain it closed -- thus allowing us to secure the fence against forcing, and prevent the folks who kept robbing us from having an easy way to get things out into the back alley. So, hah! Fie on you, robbing people! Nyahh nyahh nyahh nyahh nyahhhhhhhhhh!

Wendy did point out that people can (and do) still easily climb over the fence, but I don't care. I feel strong! I feel invincible! I am woman! Hear me (and my drill) roar!

Now if only I could figure out why the extension hose in my kitchen sink doesn't work, and where the water pooling on the right side of the bathroom sink comes from, and why I only get a trickle of cold water in the bathroom sink, and ....