At this moment I'm pretty sure the Boyfriend is kicking himself for letting me help him install the 22 new windows in our house.
Long story short, landlord wanted us to pay the oil bill, I said 'Sure, right after you replace all of the single paned, uninsulated windows in this house.' They said, 'Deal.' So, in an effort to have it done right, all of the windows were measured and ordered by us and subsequently will be installed by us. Don't fret. The BF has skills.
I on the other hand should not be allowed to swing a mallet, or a hammer or really anything heavy.
He's a good sport though. He let's me feel needed by letting me pound the window out of the frame while he stands on the other side waiting to catch it.
He's so brave. Because let's be honest, there's a good chance I'll miss and the hammer will go straight through the glass and into his face.
See dad, he really does love me.
On a side note, I put my OCD to work organizing and numbering the windows in the garage so he knows which one goes in which spot. And then I may have taped a floor plan of the house to the side of the garage with the windows numbered to match my organizing.
He had to give me something to do, I was eyeing the table saw.