For me means Dumb Idea Yet again.
So yesterday I decided to repair and paint a set of our weather- and termite-damaged french doors. What a f-ing mistake that was. I'm now about six hrs. into Day 2 with 3-4 more to go, and would guess about another 8-10 hrs. (tomorrow) still to go. Murphy's Law has dictated policy since the first minute. Collateral damage includes a mixture of liquid wrench and rust on the
white carpet, assorted scraped and dents in the
newly-painted walls, a mixture of green and white paint dust and Bondo dust from sanding is covering everything in the garage, one pissed off baby bunny and a bad incident with its haybox (I sneezed for an hour straight), and a broken plastic windowblind bracket that is about 18 yrs. old. I wonder how much fun that'll be looking for a replacement!
Now, after all that and many trips to the hardware store and close to a couple hundred $$ in materials and a power sander later, I'm trying to look within to find what out what is it in me that gets a hair up my @$$ to even think about wanting to do this crap!
Have any of you guys ever had DIY remorse? What kind of goodnatured household task-gone-bad did you attempt?