Rule # 12: If it doesn't fit, use a bigger hammer

I was so happy. Wanna know why? Because my bedroom renovation was officially over. All I had to do was minor decoration, put up some shelves, organize everything and voila! I'm out of Jake's room.

Yeah, it was nice of my brother's to let me stay in his room. Even if Dad had to... strongly suggest, for a matter of speaking. But I am very glad to be going back to my room because:

a) Jake doesn't understand the concept of privacy;

b) Jacob has no organization skills whatsoever, therefore as you can imagine 'caothic' is an understatement when it comes to his bedroom.

I'm not that organized either, but I know clean and dirty clothes are not supposed to be mixed up on the floor.

So, back to my room. It's lavender. Insert girly squeak. It's an adorable color, it reflects light pretty well and it's not over-relaxing or over-stimulating. I never understood how people can sleep on red or orange rooms.

I was so happy with my sort-of-new bedroom. Just one more shelf to go on a corner and 'sleeping peacefully' is back in my vocabulary. (Have I mentioned Jake snores like an electric saw?) If only the shelf would fit into the corner...

"Come on! Fit, you stupid thingy!" I pushed it into the corner. Unsuccessfully. "Please." Does it get much more pathetic than begging unanimated objects to do what they're supposed to?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath "This is not happening. The shelf does fit into the corner." I told myself like a mantra "The shelf fits perfectly because I double checked everything about this renovation."

I smiled trying to be positive. "You will fit." I told the shelf pushing it "You'll fit." I insisted "You'll fit, damn it!" I pushed harder "Ok, you won't fit."

"Why are you talking to yourself?" Jake popped his head into my room.

"I wasn't talking to myself; I was talking to the shelf." I guess it doesn't make it that much better.

"You're the weirdest person I've ever met." Jake stated flatly as he took the shelf and tried to put it in the corner. Notice the verb: tried.

"Where are you going?"

"Just need to get something." he threw over his shoulder.

I shrugged. Ok then. I guess Jake was pretty glad I was out of his room. I was.

"What's that?" I swallowed hard as my brother walked back into my room.

"What does it look like, genius?" he replied sarcastically.

"What are you doing with a hammer?" I was beginning to fear for my bedroom. More specifically for my evil shelf. Just because it seemed to be enjoying my distress doesn't mean I wanted it broken.

"If it doesn't fit..." Jake quoted half of the sentence.

"Try again nicely?" I offered, even though I knew that wasn't it.

My brother raised an eyebrow at me before he started hammering my shelf into the corner.

I squeezed my eyes shut and covered them with my hands. I could almost see something bad happening.

"There you go, Kate."

I didn't move.

"It's not broken." Jake said a tad annoyed. Maybe more than a tad...

"I don't believe you."

"Kaitlin!" he removed my hands from my eyes "Your shelf is in the right place."

"Are you sure it's not broken?" I bit my lower lip. Gotta tell ya, I wouldn't be too surprised if it was.

Jake shook his head. "Some of the laws always work."

"Some?" I raised an eyebrow at him. Has my brother not paid attention to my constant bad luck on the past eighteen years?!

"Don't ruin the moment."