Bee in my bonnet 2

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I left you in a prior post by saying I told Bob I wanted this desk and the dog crate 

out by the curb. 

The desk was too much for us to carry and he said we will just have to take it apart.

That was Weeks Ago!

AHA! I can take it apart and take it piece by piece to the curb.

First the top lifted easily, the drawer I had to womanhandle with ugly words but got it out.

Two Weeks Later

 I decide to try my trick that always worked in the past and start taking it apart and he will get aggravated and come do it for me.

Armed with a Phillips screwdriver, I removed 12 long screws.

Nothing came off.

I may have said a few loud not so nice words, and The Man came to see why.

He said there are Hex Screws in it, I remember using the Allen Wrench.

I got the flashlight, and found 22 Caps, I pried them off and

there they were. He handed me an Allen wrench

I removed all 22 Hex Head and with my little hammer, tried to knock the parts loose.

BANG! BANG! nothing came apart. 

I hear the words float down the hall, What the Hell are you doing now?

Really? Thirty minutes ago, you handed me an Allen wrench

the screws are out but it will not come apart.

You need a hammer he yells down the hall.

I have a hammer, I yell back.

He walks in and says, Thats not a hammer

And comes back with a mini sledgehammer

Use this! he says

I lift it and it is so heavy I can hardly swing it, and nothing comes loose

Finally, He takes the hammer and bashes it all to pieces.

He seemed Angry, but then I knew he would.

We start to carry pieces, even broken up we can each only carry two pieces.

He is ranting about having to pay 10 dollars to get it picked up

I say IF YOU HAD DONE IT WHEN I ASKED IT would be picked up free.

(July 3rd is when it went from free to 10 collars)

There is more but Nuff Said!

On the way back to the house I say

Can we try to get the dog crate to the curb?

NO! he yells and neighbors cringe inside their homes.

I leave him outside and start to clean up 20 years of grime that was under/behind it.

He storms in and starts yanking on the crate.

I say, you said no, he says, I changed my mind!

The crate is 30 plus years old. The latches are frozen in place.

Nuff Said about that. 

we finally got it to the curb, it was folded up like a suitcase, a 100-pound suitcase.

He leaned it against the power pole by the curb and

 I went in the bedroom to DEAL with the MESS, 

You will never see a photo of the MESS. 

OH, MY WORD!

Bob yelled down the hall,

A man in a truck just picked up the dog crate, Its Gone.