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Name::ron st.amant
From::Toronto, Ontario, CA
I'm an American living in Canada because my wife made me...no, no it was my choice...see honey, I said it! In September of '05 we had our first child and the rollercoaster got even more scary. Oh and I'm probably coughing...or complaining about it.
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Saturday, December 30, 2006

Mainly for Zilla


Belt Sander
Originally uploaded by AmericaninCanada.
...who is trying to convince me to give her my wife...see what else she does for me??

I can't wield a power tool to save my life, so without Shell I'd be lost with no one to belt sand a door, or to re-drywall the corner of the basement (which is what she and her Dad were doing this morning)...

Why, in the name of all that is holy, would I ever consider letting her go...even to the highest bidder

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2 Comments:

Lady Tremaine said...

POWER TOOLS!

POWER TOOLS!!

POWER TOOLS!!!


Last night I mentioned, in a very friendly and polite, off-hand and casual sort of way, to a certain someone I whome used to call Mr Z, that the lightbulb over the washer-dryer just burned out, and I'm too short to reach it.

Pray for no breezes from the south, because I'm refusing to launder his sox & panties until he does the chivalrous thing and takes the hint.

I do not expect a man to use power tools. Those are MY domain!

12/30/2006 03:15:00 PM  
ron st.amant said...

I just don't even go near her power tools, because inevitably she'll ask me where her "so and so" is and I'll just stand there with a blank look on my face as if she's from Venus...plus she'd kill me but good if I touched them.

One day she came home from garage sale-ing and said "guess what, I bought a table saw"...

"Um, but you already have a table saw honey"

"yes but look at this one...it's really old and heavy" (okay she didn't say that, that's just what it sounded like in my head when I had to lift it out of the trunk of the car and almost lost my spleen and pancreas)

So now she's got TWO table saws in her workshop, which I guess is good because she can use them to manuafacture my coffin when I die from carrying these things around for her.

12/30/2006 09:24:00 PM  

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