QUOTE (samuraijack @ Aug 15 2006, 10:50 AM)

So you mentioned you got some work done this weekend? Well? Can we at least hear a stirring saga of it?
Sigh . . .
I was afraid this might happen. I literally winced when I saw YOU had posted a reply here.
I do not make this stuff up. Honest injun. Whoops - that's not PC - is it? How 'bout scout's honor then?
Some things may be slightly out of order but I do not overembellish IMHO.
Okay, I spent at least an hour digging through mountains of sketches because I knew I had jotted down rough dimensions for my enclosure panels SOMEWHERE. I took them down to the garage and kinda set everything up for my much-anticipated free time.
Last night turned out to be THE night. I rode my motorcycle to work so I could leave at least an hour early.
I left work 30 minutes late.
My in-laws, wife, and son were scheduled to be at a state park beach until dark.
I got home, let the dogs out, had a quick snack, washed unidentified fecal matter off both of them when they came bounding back to me, noticed an odd odor in the basement,
<surreptitiously checking my thong>, found three dead toads in a window well so cleaned them out, went down to the garage where my plywood has been languishing for what . . . weeks?, discovered bird poop on my plywood since a day or two ago but no big deal, realized I had forgotten the phone so went back up to the house, returned with the phone, looked around . . . ahhhhhh. Everything appears to be in place. Let's go!!!
Wait, wrong blade in circular saw. Forgot I was using it for porch railing. Now where is that plywood blade?
Found it and replaced blade.
Pick up the drawings, do the math again (
measure twice, cut once!), realize I had forgotten to incorporate the thickness of my edge banding so back to the house to size up the banding to make the allowance.
Whoops - caliper battery dead. No sweat - got a spare!!! Okay, banding is 0.025 inches thick. Set!
Back to the garage. Make measurement corrections. Gotta go sharpen a coupla' pencils.
Pick up the tape measure and stretch it out
<I can feel the endorphins flowing here> and RING . . . RING . . . RING . . .
Dare I NOT answer?
"Hello?" <
in a meekly & tentatively querulous voice>
"It's too windy. We're coming home now. Peel some yams and potatoes and steam them. Two potatoes for each yam. And start the campfire for the bratwurst."

:angry:
Later . . .
I'm getting closer.
(Tonight is a boat ride.)