Painful Memories Of Ineptness

My daughter was playing with a hobby called "Sun Catchers" last night.

As I watched her fill the plastic sun catchers with the idiot proof paint tubes, it brought back memories of when I used to play with car models.

And boy did I suck at building models. I was so useless at it, it was like I had 10 fat thumbs. No matter how much I concentrated, the car never came out looking like the picture on the box. The bottom end of the model which needed to be snapped on always gave me trouble. I could never quite get it to snap smoothly with the top part of the car.

Even when I was gentle I managed to smash the differential - if hot rods had a differential. Worse were those stickers. After sinking them in water, I would always manage to either split the "Corvette" so that it looked like "Crvtt" or stick them on the body of the car crooked and crinkled as if Helen Keller put them on. In fact, she'd probably do a better job.

Speaking of sure and steady hands, I was also terrible at "Operation".

Hmm. Outside of writing a few posts that go largely unread and playing a couple of sports at a decent level, I don't possess too many skills.

Boo-hoo-woo.