Gentlemen, we can rebuild it...

My silverware drawer fell apart the other day.

Literally.

I started to fix it, but layers of glue and several nails and screws suggested it had been fixed before. They just hadn't tried duct tape yet.

Hubby called the rental company, who said they'd would send someone over to fix the drawer. He told them the particle board had crumbled in his hands and was beyond repair. They promised to get right on it.

Yep. Right on it.

A week later, my silverware was still sitting on the counter. And we hadn't heard from the rental comp. We decided to buy a new drawer from Home Depot and deduct it from the rent.

Sounded good in principal, until we got the drawer home and found it was too wide and they didn't have any that fit.

Hubby promised to build a drawer, but... I didn't want to wait. I wanted it done. Yesterday.

I decided to take matters into my own hands and put on my builders cap. I had done a bunch of building; garages, room additions, shelves, toy boxes and more. I had the power tools and I knew how to wield them. (I have a scar beneath my arm where I tried to drill through myself that stands as testament to my power tool prowess.) I could handle a drawer. I purchased my wood, and using my mitre saw, cut my sides to perfection. I turned to lay them on the table saw so I could make a runner slit for the base of the drawer, when I realized the table saw was back in Colorado gathering dust in a storage unit. Funny I remembered seeing a table saw. Oh, that was the one my son was selling at a yard sale.

That's okay, I had a router. When I went to find it, I learned hubby had taken it to work. I was a touch frustrated because I wanted my silverware off the counter, and considered using the chisels. But I decided that would be too time consuming and they didn't roar with power. I called hubby and told him to bring the router when he came home for lunch or else. :-)

Once I had my router I was off again. Cutting, sawing, hammering in a sawdust dream til I had me a beautiful drawer. Which fix perfectly in it's slot. Talk about a sense of accomplishment.

I put the silverware back in the drawer and waited for hubby to return so I could show him my latest achievement.

Now if only, writing could go as smoothly.

Oh and a week after I finished the drawer. The rental company finally called to let us know they'd be coming out to fix the drawer.