I feel like this deserves a fuck you
Shit. Well, don't tell Pierre, but I'm still fucking with the hanging pot thing. I went to HD to get a chuck, but as it turns out, that was retarded. So I got this other screw set called... umm... "Drills on Contact"? I dunno... it has the fat part connected to the screwing part, not just the screwy part. Anywho- I drilled a pilot hole and it wasn't big enough (innerneps said ... fuck. i don't remember. Something for a #8 screw and i am assuming this is a #8 screw because I had to get some screws a few weeks ago for something else, and this looks like it's pretty much the same-ish size. So we're going with #8.) So then I started to screw in the real screw but kinda skipped the whole "measure twice, cut once" part of class, because I put the fucker too close to the eave and the electric screwdriver thing would only go so far. So I have to use a real screwdriver. And I already scratched the head up real bad so it's like, half a turn, slip, half a turn, slip. And did I tell you I have to sit on the railing of the deck to do this? I shimmied up there once when i was drunk, but sober, it feels a hundred feet high!
So anywho- it's a hanging flower pot and it's holding a fuchsia which I would guess is no more than 5 lbs w/dirt, right? I mean, it's heavier than the dog, but not ridiculously so. And I'm screwing it into the wood frame (? trim?) on the outside of the house. Oh, wait- that doesn't sound right. It's a hanger thingy that I'm screwing into the wall:
If it falls, it will likely crash into the neighbor downstairs' yard (theirs juts out maybe half a foot from mine?) but they've already had my friend's puke, a succulent, a shit ton of leaves and hot water tossed down there so it won't be the end of the world. But it could probably kill someone. But who the fuck should be walking in the bushes anyway?
