Yep, you read that right. When that happens, all living targets (the hubby and the pets) make themselves invisible until I've found a suitable outlet.

Fortunately, on this particular occasion, I happened to have some plywood, some fence posts, and 21,000 assorted nails on hand. Now, I ask you, what self-respecting woman would NOT happen to have 21,000 nails on hand for just any occasion? Well, actually, I didn't. I had to buy them as I went along, treating myself to some odd looks from the men at the lumberyard. Lady, just exactly what is it that you're building????

Oh, whatever. Out with the manicure, in with the tools!