Since we bought our house he has learned to fix leaky toilets and dripping sinks and can hang pictures with Euclidian precision. Last summer we painted the outside of our 2 story house ourselves. This summer we built a new fence after the hurricane knocked down our old one. All these accomplishments have greatly improved Jeff's handyman-esteem.
So, this Saturday he spent several hours building a large shelf to suspend from the ceiling of our garage. He got the idea from a friend who is very handy. He got to use all of his favorite tools: the circular saw, his cordless drill (affectionately called the Makita), and his Dremel. When he was done we all ohhhed and ahhhed. I made a passing comment on all the extra holes in the ceiling which he quickly attributed to a faulty stud finder - a backhanded hint of a stocking stuffer if you ask me.
He was very proud and didn't waste any time putting things on the new shelf (heavy things) before we left for a birthday party that night. When we got home and opened the garage door we were all holding our breath. I let out a quiet sigh of relief when I saw it still hanging.
Salem on the other hand just blurted out, "Wow! I was sure that thing was going to be on the floor!"
Jeff turned and said "Thanks." She responded, "Well, I was!"