Hey, this thread reminds me of some stuff I banged into my living room wall this weekend. No, not my head, and not the cleaning lady, but a Benno wall shelf from Ikea. It weighs a lot for its size because it's made of a type of lumber I like to call "shit." So I fastened it to the sheetrock with Molly bolts. I got it perfectly, perfectly, perfectly level and everything. I was so proud. (Nothing is level in Cheverly.)
I hung it between two glass curio cabinets filled with glass stuff, over a big TV sitting on a bench with sliding glass doors. Then my wife started loading the shelf with heavy glass things. The cats looked very interested in the prospect of getting on the shelf, walking around on it, and I presume jumping up and down on it.
So "just to be sure," I took the heavy glass things off and wiggled the shelf a little. The drywall failed spectacularly, but not as spectacularly as if a cat had knocked the whole shooting match into a glass cabinet in the middle of the night. Ever had a cat with lacerated paws? It's a fucking mess.
This time, I'm drilling into the studs, and I don't want to hear any stupid jokes about it.
I have no idea why I'm writing this.
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