Or shall I say, the goddamn*@^! motherf^#$(@*%! *&*! **#&! fan? Because the that's the endearing pet name my husband has given it.
This fan took two full evenings to install. It tooks two trips to the hardware store. Several screws, a 2x4, a hammer, saw, drill, screwgun, a ladder, level, tape measure and a miner's head lamp. (The latter being due to the fact that the power was shut off to avoid electrocution and if you haven't noticed, it gets dark at night.) And I should have had several sets of earplugs for the kids.
Children with power tools.
But my, my. The language.
"This is bullshit," Nick said at one point, nodding in agreement with whatever my husband was mumbling at the time.
I guess kindergarten is all about learning new things, right?
It is a cool fan though.