I put together two-dozen-odd pieces of pastel-colored plastic to assemble a large birthday present for my daughter.
And ... I'm neither bleeding nor crying. Go me.
You win. I was asked to put together a Hot Wheels track for my son and I couldn't do it. The answer I finally gave, while pulling out my hair was, "Get your father to do it when he comes home. This is Daddy's job, not Mommy's!"
BA in Liberal Arts (from a women's college, no less) and I can't make plastic parts fit together to have a small metal car go down them correctly.
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Date: 1/6/03 03:45 pm (UTC)And ... I'm neither bleeding nor crying. Go me.
You win. I was asked to put together a Hot Wheels track for my son and I couldn't do it. The answer I finally gave, while pulling out my hair was, "Get your father to do it when he comes home. This is Daddy's job, not Mommy's!"
BA in Liberal Arts (from a women's college, no less) and I can't make plastic parts fit together to have a small metal car go down them correctly.
Feh.