Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Random Bits

The Golden Ticket

When I redid the deck in 2007 my brother-in-law at the time lent me his corded drill.  It's still here along with its case.  I thought it was just a case.  Then, in what turned out to be a defining moment of my life, Jeff, the handyman showed me that the sides opened up to reveal a veritable cornucopia of drillbits, the things you put the screws on, drill parts and even sanders.  I immediately recognized this case for what it is:  the secret weapon to finding a man.  I am convinced that all I need to do is walk around carrying my corded drill case showing men my bits.  If only I had known that this treasure was just sitting in my garage I could already have been married and divorced and looking for husband number two.  I didn't think my corded drill case could have gotten any cooler, but then Jeff showed me how the case comes completely undone and lays FLAT, so you can see all of your various drill bits and pieces in one straight line!  An amazing feat of engineering.

Man magnet

It's ok if you're jealous of my bits.

Speaking of Marriage


The more time I spend watching HGTV, the more I'm convinced that Sara and I should marry the Property Brothers or the Kitchen Cousins.  I'm sure all four of them would be equally impressed with my corded drill case and bits.


My Obnoxious Shoes

Yesterday I went and got new walking shoes.  I needed new shoes because my old shoes were giving me blisters and I was looking to get a "trail running" shoe because Chaddie had told me that he thought that trail running shoes would be a good choice so I couldn't feel like I was going to slip when I had to walk in the sand and would be a lighter alternative to the hiking shoe I wear when I go in the desert.  I had a couple of choices to get my shoes:  go down the hill, go to the mall or go to the shoe place by Winco.  I choose the shoe place by Winco because I have an aversion to the mall and if you're going to go to the mall you might as well just drive down the hill anyways.  At the place by Winco, they had only two pairs of trail running shoes and these were the ones that fit the best.  They are the most obnoxious pair of shoes I've ever owned.  My other shoes have fled the closet en masse trying to get away.  I find them terribly revolting, but at least people will be able to see my feet from outer space.


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