XJWoody
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Well the wife had a day off today, and among her other wifely chores, she set herself towards cleaning out / rearranging my tool room. About every 90 days she'll rearrange the house or just the kitchen drawers/cabinets... and just about when I can find things again...time to throw that curve-ball & mix it all up again.
I was aghast/mortified... as I HAD a sort of system going on... One where I could lay my hands on stuff pretty easily, you guys know what I'm talking about: Like the bottle of foam filter oil goes next to the spray can of K&N oil, which goes next to the spraycan of PB Blaster, so on & so forth...
Not anymore! I'll be hunting stuff down for the rest of time, be like some archeology professor... "Eureka! Here's that torpedo level...it's been missing since Hurricane Karen blew through here in 'ought-seven!" Probably give up & just buy more of the same... be quicker than excavating through her new system.
LOL she also got into my saw stash. "I didn't know you had FOUR chain saws... does the little one run?" ("Oh :censored: you is busted now, buddy." I thought) So she insists I get it out, and gas it up for her... so she kill a few little saplings that have been annoying her... So on with the gear and trundling off into the woodline she goes. LOL that lasted no-time at all, and she points me towards a few standing dead trees... largest two maybe 6-8". Nevermind that it's gusting like 50 knots today from every direction. Ahhh... a job for the recently muffler-modded 361 "Gimme that helmet, stand w-a-y back over there, and wave & yell real loud if things start to fall on me" (Like she can out-yell the saw or as if I could hear her with the muffs on)
Well that adventure was over soon enough... no skullings or other calamities. She got to kill her pesky little saplings, and help haul the remains of the rest to the burn-pile. I do wish she hadn't rearranged all my junk though.
I was aghast/mortified... as I HAD a sort of system going on... One where I could lay my hands on stuff pretty easily, you guys know what I'm talking about: Like the bottle of foam filter oil goes next to the spray can of K&N oil, which goes next to the spraycan of PB Blaster, so on & so forth...
Not anymore! I'll be hunting stuff down for the rest of time, be like some archeology professor... "Eureka! Here's that torpedo level...it's been missing since Hurricane Karen blew through here in 'ought-seven!" Probably give up & just buy more of the same... be quicker than excavating through her new system.
LOL she also got into my saw stash. "I didn't know you had FOUR chain saws... does the little one run?" ("Oh :censored: you is busted now, buddy." I thought) So she insists I get it out, and gas it up for her... so she kill a few little saplings that have been annoying her... So on with the gear and trundling off into the woodline she goes. LOL that lasted no-time at all, and she points me towards a few standing dead trees... largest two maybe 6-8". Nevermind that it's gusting like 50 knots today from every direction. Ahhh... a job for the recently muffler-modded 361 "Gimme that helmet, stand w-a-y back over there, and wave & yell real loud if things start to fall on me" (Like she can out-yell the saw or as if I could hear her with the muffs on)
Well that adventure was over soon enough... no skullings or other calamities. She got to kill her pesky little saplings, and help haul the remains of the rest to the burn-pile. I do wish she hadn't rearranged all my junk though.