Mr. and Mrs. Fix-it

This weekend marked a first for us - the installation of something - permanently - into our house. After a few days of sitting in the office and complaining "I wish there was a fan in here!", E decided that it was his job, nay, his duty, to install one. So, one trip to our favorite big box home supply store later, and we have everything we need to replace our boring light fixture with a new and fabulous ceiling fan!

We opened the box and spread all the pieces out on the floor before even beginning to get started. We haven't even looked at taking the light fixture down. All the hundreds of tiny pieces lay on the floor in front of us - here's a small sampling.
It is at this point that E looks at me and realizes, "You know, I think I'm going to need a ladder for this." We don't own a ladder. We've been waiting for just such a situation to head out and purchase one. However, not wanting to bother with another trip out, he improvises by putting our kitchen step stool on four bed-risers from college. This seems awfully precarious to me, but he's more than satisfied. Fine. This seems to work.

In the end, more swear words were uttered than I can recall, specifically pointed at a certain drill owned by a certain husband and only one extra trip to the big box home supply store, he had the whole thing mounted and running like a champ. Good work! I'm enjoying it as we speak.