ST Fitting

I remember the time I tried to install a smoke detector and ended up creating a cloud of drywall dust so thick it set the damn thing off before it…

I remember standing in my kitchen, staring at the electric bill like it was a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma. My eyes darted from the numbers to…

Ever tried to polish a countertop and ended up feeling like you’re wrestling an alligator in a mud pit? Yeah, that’s been my Saturday morning more times than I’d like…

I once stood in the middle of my living room, ankle-deep in a sea of mismatched Legos, wondering if the real reason kids have toys is to remind parents that…

I remember the first time I tried to arrange patio furniture. Picture this: a scrappy mechanic-turned-DIY-guru staring at a barren concrete slab with a mismatched set of chairs that looked…

I remember the first time I tried to gussy up my place for the holidays—somewhere between the wonky garland and the half-baked wreath, I realized I had the decorating skills…

I’ll admit it—I once ignored a washing machine so long that it grew its own ecosystem, complete with a mysterious sludge that could’ve starred in a sci-fi flick. Not my…

Moving out. It’s like trying to walk a tightrope while juggling flaming chainsaws. I remember my first time—an unholy mess of boxes, misplaced keys, and a mountain of bubble wrap…

I remember the time Aunt Betty showed up unannounced, like a storm cloud on a sunny day. There I was, knee-deep in engine parts, when she knocked on the door.…

Ever had that moment when you walk into your own home and the air hits you like a soggy sock? That was me last summer, standing in the doorway, scratching…