*%!!#$@!!!!

Cover your ears kids: Dada is doing some home improvement.

Until today, Samson's big-boy-room --- despite it's Sodor Island splendor --- was really unfinished. No pictures hung, no curtains, etc. It is now slightly less unfinished. And it only took me an hour and lots of muttered curses to get the curtain rods in place and the curtains hung.

Which is good, because it's hard enough to get him to sleep in the BBB when it's dark. In broad daylight, well let's just say that today we took one of those drives to nowhere in the hope that he'd fall asleep. Which he did at about mile 3 to nowhere. Unfortunately, once the drive is started, we can't just pull into a parking lot somewhere because he'll wake up. Rule number 1 is: you don't wake up a sleeping toddler.

We almost made it to Pennsylvania before deciding it was safe to turn around. [No-nap Sam is no joke. Way worse than angry fire-throwing Sam. Seriously.]

Anyway, for the life of me I can't understand why curtain rods can't be made with some kind of detachable part for the rod to rest in. It's almost impossible to screw the hardware in and work around that thing.

I don't even know what the stupid thing is called, which somehow is only more infuriating. [Sidenote: Please feel free to educate me if you know. I like to call it the *!$~!!#; the tilde in the middle lets you know it's a Portuguese swear word].

I used to think that Muammar Gaddafi lived in a tent to stay true to his Bedouin roots. Kind of a pan-Arabist way of keeping it real. I bet it's not the case at all. He's probably just wise to the fact that nobody would take a leader (especially a dictator) seriously who hung crooked curtains in his kid's room.

Think about it. Would you take direction from a guy who spends ten minutes looking for a drill bit only to remember it's in his shirt pocket?

Lucky for me Samson was downstairs eating dinner.