How many tools does a person need?
That’s a tricky question. My dad loved tools. I remember the first time I introduced him to a new tool store called Home Depot. We walked in the door and I turned and looked at Dad’s face. A kid in a candy store had nothing on him! I’m surprised he didn’t go skipping up and down the aisles!
I am the proud owner of two tools.

Now to be fair, my cute little hammer turns into multiple tools.

My boyfriend, Kenn, says I have a couple more tools, namely a stud finder and a little laser/level thing, but since they can’t damage anything I don’t count them. My tools have served me well. Back in Roswell, there were two battery operated screwdrivers with multiple attachments. But my ex got one of them and I suppose he took the attachments, too, so I just have the one Philips head which, for the most part, is all I have needed.
This past weekend, Kenn came for a visit and he graciously tackled most of my To Do list. He decided to bring his own tools.

I couldn’t fit ALL of the items he brought in the picture, but you get the idea. I also asked him what percentage of his tools that was, and he said about 10%. At one point, his battery pack ran out of juice on his drill, and he went out to his car, got another fully charged one, popped it on and finished the job. I was impressed.
In the end, he put up three window shades, put together a stool that had been torturing me and my big toe, hung a curtain rod, put in an electrical outlet on the plant shelf about ten feet above my front door, put another outlet behind a curio cabinet, installed a regulator, another thingy, and a propane tank to my fireplace and got it going, installed a ladder holder and another utility holder in the garage, and took apart my circuit breaker box to try to fix a bad breaker. I suppose he really DID need more than my two little tools.
Oh, and he also brought me these.

Have I hit the jackpot or what?!