When I bought my condo, I was a first-time home buyer. I know so much more now than I did back then. One thing to look for is cheap hardware in the bathroom. Sure, all the fixtures looked pretty, but what looked pretty turned out to be pretty crappy. My sweet toilet paper holder gave up the ghost about two months after we moved in. After repeatedly attempting to fix the damn thing, I arrived at two conclusions.
1. I hated where it had been affixed in the bathroom.
2. It was never going to be fixed.
The damn thing was faulty to begin with, and faulty it would remain. So, I was left with a choice. I could either go out and find a reasonable facsimile or make alternate arrangements for my toilet paper.
Due to reason number one, listed above, I chose to make other arrangements for the bathroom tissue. I went out and bought a stand-alone paper holder that even had a back rack for holding extra rolls.
Nifty, I thought to myself.
Nifty was quickly changed to irritating when I realized there was some assembly required.
Ugh.
So, it was assembled. And now, every so often, one screw comes loose, making the entire ensemble a wee bit wobbly. What with my shoulder surgery, picking up even something as relatively small - compared to lifting the sectional - as the holder can be bothersome. However, after having the wobble go from a minor thing to a near-replica of the leaning tower of Pisa, I took matters into my own hands today.
That's right. Today, I fixed the toilet paper holder, and it only hurt a bit.
That's how I roll. Pun intended.
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