I am ashamed to call myself a man…If you recall, I had a little trouble getting the shelf put together by myself. Beck so graceously agreed to help me…and she did. A little estrogen and some anger (directed at yours truly) provided the fuel to literally beat the shelf together. If someone would have heard the rubber mallet beating the posts into submission, they would have sworn there was a torture chamber somewhere around.
In all fairness, Becca did have the rubber mallet. I was using a regular hammer. But still, it was amazing to watch.