I am so P.O.'d.
(A lot of my posts seem to start that way recently.)
Hubby and I bought a deck chest/box/storage thingy to store the patio furniture cushions. I put that together, no prob.
Then I started on the pergola. I did as much as I could on my own, then asked the boys to come help me. I needed their strength and their height. The youngest one was higher than a kite, and wouldn't help unless I paid him, and the oldest one was locked in the bathroom for one of his twice daily hour-long whatevers.
Anyway, the cleaning lady came out and helped me get it square and partially assembled. I was literally standing on a step stool, perched on top of an Adirondack chair. Long story short, after she went in, while I was tightening screws, it fell over on me. (No, I was not precariously perched at the time.) The whole thing literally collapsed on top of me. I was trapped underneath calling for help. Sadly the a.c. is on and nobody heard me. I finally managed to climb out from beneath. The whole thing is in a massive pile on the deck. Eventually, I will have to go out there and take it apart, assess the damage, and wait for Hubby to help me on Friday.
In the meantime, I have a bit of a head-ache and I hurt my thumb. On the plus side, I only got conked on the head with one small edge, and not the full 300 lb weight of it.
But, I. Am. ed!