'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Cool, Scrappy!
My parents have a fountain. Well, ok, it is the overflow drip for the swamp cooler, but they have it strung so that it flows into a birdbath fashioned from a bike rim and a frying pan. But you really can't tell what the components were in their previous lives.
Well, ok, it is the overflow drip for the swamp cooler, but they have it strung so that it flows into a birdbath fashioned from a bike rim and a frying pan.
Okay, I totally <3 your parents, sarameg.
Scrappy, that's a gorgeous fountain. I really want one, but I have to figure out how to deal with the wind & the lack of humidity.
Okay, I totally
... DESPERATELY NEED THAT? Yes.
I forge Hubby's signature 90% of the time. I had to take over the bills because he gets offended when people send us bills, and he thinks if he frowns at them hard enough that they'll apologize and slink away.
... DESPERATELY NEED THAT? Yes.
Hee. That too.
Also, I forget that less than three really means I have to put the less than tag in.
He doesn't do it as much (though that may change with retirement) but dad likes fashioning stuff out of seemingly unlikely parts. We have lamp from a radiator from a jet(?) engine, a giant brass shell casing that is the umbrella stand (that's not too unusual, I don't think) and art piece that is some internal timekeeping guts from a telescope (size of a loaf of bread) in a casing he built from the same metal. A lot of it was channeled into making solutions for the workbench. He must've picked up the habit from his father and grandfather who were machinists in a die factory(?) He certainly inherited their beautiful tools (some homemade as well.)
Oooh... my web guy (who is also quite an accomplished cartoonist) sent me this link to the longest version of the Wolverine trailer that I've seen yet-- complete with Hugh pimping for free comic book day.
le swoon
So I was putting in my time off and remembered I've got a holiday I need to use (as opposed to vacation.) So I'm taking a Closing Holiday.
For some reason, I find this funny.
Closing Holiday
This should involve a ritual sacrifice. With pie.
My mother, the forger.
Our moms must be related.
I've had car salesmen try to sell to my boyfriend and not me. He even said, "Her car. Her money." When the Ford guy kept selling to him, we left after explaining, in no uncertain terms, why we were leaving. The next dealership did better. After the "her car, her money" statement, my BF no longer existed in the salesman's eyes.