As per my last post, I am out in The Temple Of Tools fartin’ around with my little project. Since I had to cut some steel for it and actually already had, I thought I would do something completely out of character and affix some brackets to the legs of that damn band saw so the fucker can’t tip over on me, again.
Because, you know, I never got around to doing when I actually should have.
Not the brightest crayon in the box sometimes so I told myself, hey, you better like, do this, OK?
I whacked some angle iron, drilled some holes, set it on the back of the vise and whacked them a few times to spread the angle out a bit to match the angle of the legs. Found some bolts and shit and was down on my hands and knees tightening them up when I heard the garage door to the house open up.
I turned around and here is my little five foot nothing blonde sister in law standing there with a fucking boot in her hand .
I have known this woman for over 35 years, OK?
She looks at me, standing in the middle of that disaster of a garage, tools fucking EVERYWHERE, with two wrenches in my hands, and asks me if I have a hammer……
Shake my fucking head.
All I could think to say was, how big?
There must be fifteen fucking hammers out there, from little baby ball peens to something is going to give, BFH’s.
Do I have a hammer.