Most stressful moments in my life:

1. Witnessing the births of my children
2. Gluing up woodworking projects
3. Combat in Syria

But actually, gluing is so goddamn stressful to me.

Leg #1, my golden boy, worked perfectly, the glue looked good, the toothpick went in with just the right amount of friction, just beautiful.

Then I go to do leg #3, the ugly-ass, stretch Armstrong looking motherfucker, and the toothpick snaps after it was already fully inserted into the leg. THEN, when I used a pliers to pull it out, the end just ripped off, so I ended up relying on the suction inherent in the joint and prayers.

I think it’ll all turn out okay.

^this is #1, my golden boy

^top leg here is fuck-ass #3

Update: having taken the time to look at these pictures, I realize how horrifically uneven the tops of the legs are and I want to burn it. I did the gluing in a huge rush and it shows :[