While I was dating the angel that would later become my wife, my parents asked if I would spend some time dog-sitting at their home while they were away. As my father has a pretty good tool collection, I figured this time could be well spent building a shelf to house Angela's shot glass collection.

Apparently there's a little more finesse required to make a shelf than to make a snake cage out of 2x4s and plexiglass, because that shelf was the saddest looking thing I've ever laid eyes on.

Angela never did hang that shelf up. In fact, later I persuaded her to let me throw it out with the trash. My father says she should have kept it and hung it in my shop to keep me from getting cocky.