this post, that I needed a new shower head in my apartment.
The new one they'd put in was too spread out, if that makes sense. (Lots of space between the water, so it felt impossible to get, for example, soap out of my hair or off my face, etc.) So I decided to see if I could fix it.
First of all, I checked the attachment and then I went and got a new shower head. Sure, maybe not one as awesome as my parents' but still, better than the "oh, wait, is there supposed to be a concentration of water?" one.
Then, I brought it home and opened up my (decidedly lame) toolkit and realized I didn't have the tool I needed, but would try to make do.
Which didn't work.
So I called my Dad.
"Dad? I need to borrow a tool to put on a new shower head. Kind of like a pair of pliers or something, but not quite."
My Mom tried to tell me that I should just get the manager to fix it for me, but I told her that I figured I could do it myself.
Dad got me exactly what I needed (and neither of us could come up with the right name...an adjustable...thingamy?) and I headed home to see if I could make this thing work.
Which? I TOTALLY DID!
Unscrewed the old guy (yes, used a towel between the thingamies to make sure I didn't scratch/dent the metal) and screwed on the new guy and tightened everything and even held my breath when I turned on the water but yay no leaks!
And yay! New awesome shower!
At which point I called my Mom.
"Rawr!" I said.
"Pardon?" she said.
"I am a woman. Did you just hear me roar?"
Yeah. I'm kind of awesome right now.
Plus, my hair is really really clean.