Like Superman exposed to Kryptonite, my super strength is temporarily gone. Unable to lift the dresser and carry it down the stairs, unwilling to wait hours and hours for backup to get the task accomplished, I turned to other methods. The solution for getting rid of the dresser would involve WFD (Weapons of Furniture Destruction). Little did the dresser know that the tools which innocently laid upon it would be the very instruments that would destroy it.
You might be tempted to feel sorry for the dresser. After all, what did it ever to do deserve total destruction? Don’t be fooled. This dresser once belonged to the Ring Thief so there was a certain amount of satisfaction in purging the one remaining trace of her from my house.
The dresser had the appearance of being built with actual wood but once the top was off, all that remained was what looked like balsa wood.
After that was removed, the rest of that dresser practically fell apart on its own. Most of it was held together with staples and glue.
It didn’t, however, go down quietly. The dresser fought back, trying to shoot spikes of wood at me. Splinters flew everywhere. Small splinters attempted a sneak attack, large splinters looking like wooden stakes you’d use to kill a vampire flew past me. I dodged them all. Within minutes, all that was left of the dresser was a pile of rubble.
September 26th, 2007 at 2:16 pm Quote
Wow, lady, you do a mean job of dismantling! It sounds to me like “good riddance to bad trash” if ya know what I mean
. And just because I feel like it, I have to tell you thank you for your comment to my ho-hum post; you made me think of things in a different way. You know I appreciate you, right? Because if not, know it now.
September 26th, 2007 at 6:36 pm Quote
I’m glad you got enough of your powers back to dodge the wooden spikes flying your way.
I look at that and I see a future marshmallow roasting fire in the yard.