Jim
08-22-2012, 08:54 PM
I woke up this morning all excited about the 'honey do' list that Janet had waiting for me. I gulped down my coffee and dove right in on it. I got two truck loads of trash hauled down to the dump, got the back deck all cleaned up and even did some raking around the back.
Then it happened. It started raining. I couldn't believe it. Here, I been workin' my butt off for a solid month, one day a week off, lookin' forward to comin' home to do some more work and it rains. what happened to Irish luck?
Guys, this story's just gettin' started. I go in the house, plop down on the sofa to towel off my head and here comes Janet. She has the audacity to tell me that, since it's raining, I oughta' just go out in the shop and fire up the pot. I look at her in total disbelief that this woman that I love and would die or kill for would say something like that to me and then SHE HANDS ME A COLD ONE!
Fine. I'm hot as a two dollar pistol now. I saunter out to the shop, fire the pot, take a pull on my drink and start sorting through molds. The pot gets up to heat, I get the mold up to heat and the boolits are fallin' out of the mold! I can't even take my frustration out on the hinge bolt with the hickory hammer handle!
Y'all think that's bad? Brace for impact.
About an hour goes by and Janet walks in the shop WITH A SANDWICH, A BAG OF CHIPS AND ANOTHER COLD ONE! Guys, I can't handle this. I need a hug.
Then it happened. It started raining. I couldn't believe it. Here, I been workin' my butt off for a solid month, one day a week off, lookin' forward to comin' home to do some more work and it rains. what happened to Irish luck?
Guys, this story's just gettin' started. I go in the house, plop down on the sofa to towel off my head and here comes Janet. She has the audacity to tell me that, since it's raining, I oughta' just go out in the shop and fire up the pot. I look at her in total disbelief that this woman that I love and would die or kill for would say something like that to me and then SHE HANDS ME A COLD ONE!
Fine. I'm hot as a two dollar pistol now. I saunter out to the shop, fire the pot, take a pull on my drink and start sorting through molds. The pot gets up to heat, I get the mold up to heat and the boolits are fallin' out of the mold! I can't even take my frustration out on the hinge bolt with the hickory hammer handle!
Y'all think that's bad? Brace for impact.
About an hour goes by and Janet walks in the shop WITH A SANDWICH, A BAG OF CHIPS AND ANOTHER COLD ONE! Guys, I can't handle this. I need a hug.