It was fabulous timing too because Zak’s drill (manufactured by another company which shall-not-be-named) had completely given up the ghost only days before.
During our last trip to IKEA, we were hanging out in the as-is section (my favorite part of the store) and discovered a glass cabinet door that had been discarded among the scraps of lumber.
Instantly, Zak put it in our cart (not an easy feat with two squirmy children).
We brought it home.
Drilled some holes.
I have one more home project that we just finished Saturday (with the help of Craftsman), but I’m so proud of it that it deserves its own post.
A win-win situation.
Zak’s testimonial (I asked him to describe the drill in ten words or less):
Easy to handle, powerful, and manly.