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January 02, 2008
Fuck Factoring: News From the Contractor
Matt just walked into the living room (where I am writing a soon-to-be-Pulitzered piece on "What to Do if Your Loved One Resists Care"...ah...) and announced, "Yep - I'd have to give this mantel a fuck factor of four." When I innocently questioned what, precisely, he was referring to he explained: "Well, when you build a bed, you have to give it a fuck factor. Like a ten would be crazy monkey sex. You know, 250-pound midgets jumping up and down on each other. Or, like, a six or a seven would be...I don't know, pillow fights and stuff. So, yeah, your mantel is a four. Just hanging on."
In other news, the wallpaper installer is coming on Wednesday! No word yet on his fuck factor but that study is about to be done and donuts. I'll keep you pasted.
Posted by Bree at January 2, 2008 02:01 PM