A. has a new toy. As I'm sure you could guess at this point, it is not an iPod or a Blackberry. No, his new toy is a welding and cutting torch. The scrap metal thing is getting out of hand.
I am not so pleased with the new toy, as it tends to spit sparks and molten metal several feet in every direction. I worry about A.'s face, yes, but I also worry that Leda the Fluffball will get too close and a stray spark will immediately ignite her enormous fluff, turning her into Leda the Fireball.
But it does make for some cool pictures.
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Hi there! Found you at StartswithanX. Great blog. I'll be back to visit again.
Mayberry Magpie
P.S. My husband would be totally jealous of A's new toy. Mine pines for a sawmill to build his own cabin.
I'm imagining all the wonderful, handy things A probably does around the house and yard. I'm jealous.
Hey M.M. I have actually visited your site before, but you beat me to the punch on the commenting. I'll be better, I promise. And if you look back a couple of months, you'll find a post about the Alaska Sawmill chainsaw attachment A. bought to make boards. Then you can really make your husband jealous.
And X., A. CAN do many wonderful, handy things, but getting him to do them is another thing entirely. He prefers smashing things up, because he is a man.
And also, yard? AHAHAHAHAHA! That term is hilarious to me now. We don't have a yard--we have a property. Our "yard" is about 4 acres.
Christ, I'm talky today, aren't I?
Men and their dangerous toys. I don't trust myself with power tools. I'm sort of attached to my fingers, and I'd like to keep it that way.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
men and their toys.
makes me feel fuzzy inside. because I want one badly.
--- oh lord ---- not the man. the "toy". i have a man. need more power tools.
My husband loves his welder and the cutting torch! He learned his lesson the hard way. First day when he got the welder, he couldn't wait for a helmet so he welded without one. Well guess what? He had to go to the eye doctor the next day! Men....
Hey, it's Leslie (up there in the comments)! Leslie is a very old friend of mine; we go all the way back to high school. She knew me in my suburban, pre-farm life. I'm sure she can verify that I never evidenced any characteristics of a farm girl, and yet, here I am. Life--a strange ride indeed.
I have to admit, I am incredibly proud of you Kristin. I never would have imagined you shearing sheep and canning. Seriously, hats off! I can't wait to visit.
Hm, much sexier than my husband's assorted electronics and video games... :)
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