Yes, this is SO worth the f-word.
You've got to be kidding me.
It's 6am. I've been up since bleeding 4am because I wanted to go to the rag-fair to sell things. For days I've been clearing out our attic, have packed things in boxes and catalogued them. I've been doing the great part of it alone, with my mom's help on the side. The only thing, really, the teeny weensy little thing I asked my father to do was to cut off the board which I wanted to present my stuff on. Two little cuts to make it shorter and a bit more narrow. I even had to get the heavy thing from the garage all by myself because he didn't even bother putting it in the hallway. Now I am sitting at home. Guess why.
The fucking board. Won't. Fit. In. The. Car.
There'll be hell to pay for a certain someone once he's risen from his beauty sleep.