And no, it's got nothing to do with the male gonads.
No, I went out and bought myself some power tools. And no, I'm not even talking about the shopvac, or the electric screwdriver.
And so, I spent 4 hours last night just sawing and taking things apart, and then putting them back together. It's a wonder I still had my fingers to do my biopsies this morning. I caught myself wondering if we should have bought the disability insurance/income protection plan the broker was trying to sell us; I had images of the saw kicking back and slicing off my precious nose-pickers.
But no, things worked out; with a lot of sweat, and a lot of KNNCCB cussing (thank goodness the dogs don't understand Hokkien) I got my projects done.
And to think 2 days ago I refurbished our dresser with two layers of stain followed by another 2 of a polyurethane coating.
Ah. I feel like a man.
Now somebody hand me that pitcher of beer!