Wine Glass Rack of HELL

Last night, after class, the husband and I went to Target to get wine glass racks. Eric found two that he liked.

[Compromise: I get wine glass racks/he gets to pick the style of racks that conform to the decorating.]

They are cherry woodish and will look like floating shelves, once installed. Each shelf will hang 10 glasses and hold 5 bottles of wine. The first shelf Eric installed without pain. The second one went poorly.

I could hear the cussing & banging from the bedroom, while I lay snug in bed, reading. I refrained from saying "What's wrong?!" or "Why do you keep saying 'Fuck' for Christ sake?!" or "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO READ IN HERE, DUH!!" since that never helps, only aggravates. And trust me there was NOTHING I could do to help install a this wall unit. Instead, I fell asleep, so I could stay out of his way. *wink*

This morning I get up, while he's walking the dog, and go in to the kitchen to see the masterpiece.

Masterpiece: One beautifully hung wine glass rack & one half section of wall looking like a Vietnam Victim -- lots of "bullet" holes. (These words came to me in that moment -- Machine gun? Swiss Cheese...our wall looks like a sponge... Now what?)

Apparently the manufacturer didn't space the brackets in the correct place on the 2nd shelf. After 30 aaaaagonizing minutes of trying to get the shelf up, Eric let_it_go. Then, even in his attempt to every so gently to remove the wall anchors -- in his fury he ripped them (about 8 or 10 of them) from the wall. I think he'll have to do some wall repair before that second one can actually go up....