Home Work

Yesterday, at Home Depot, I bought--wait for it--a chisel.  Many chisels, actually.  (Well, three).   This afternoon, for the first time in my adult life, I used one.  It was probably the single greatest experience of my existence.

Well, no.  But our bathroom mirror/cabinet now fits flush into the wall cavity.  The wall's cavity-clogging excrudesence exists no more.  And why?  Because I own a chisel.  Excuse me: three chisels.  Because I am a man.