April 26th 2013- or "The fork that fixed the window"

Today I decided that the windows needed to be cleaned as I could no longer see the colour of the sky while looking out them-- the sky was always a nice, pale grey dust colour with some dustwebs thrown in for good measure.
After heading outside and seeing an old screen that I had popped off when our old door lock stopped unlocking, requiring me to break into my balcony window (good thing I'm on the second floor, bad thing that it took me a total of 25 seconds to pop the screen off and climb in, meaning that anybody who is in the terrible shape that I am could climb and break into my house within a minute and a half, like I did).
I continued on with my window-cleaning, and then decided to pop the screen back in when I was done. That took a good 25 minutes of sweating, grunting, pinching, pushing, pulling, swearing, laughing at myself and asking for help from the significant other after he continuously played his new video game while attempting to tell me that I was doing  it wrong.
He didn't get it in either.

Until, until I saw the fork that I had sitting on the windowsill by my planter for some reason (don't ask me why, it's literally been there for three months and just never got picked up. Why it was even there in the first place boggles my mind). And I thought, gee, this will work just fine to slide the screen that's a half-inch too big for that hole right on to the little track for it.

No kidding. That's actually how I think about things.

Long story short, it worked. And so my friends I give you, the fork that fixed the screen in the window:

MORAL OF THE STORY:
Sometimes, the tools that you don't think are for that job are easily the best ones for it.

or, more generally:

Sometimes, you have to use whatever is at hand to get something done.
And sometimes, that's a fork.