Progress
I picked up Giselle from school today, and she jumped into the car saying "brrrrrrr". "It's COLD out there! It's like ice cubes...like a whole LOT of ice cubes all OVER you...like ice cubes in a glass of freezing cold water...and it's been stuck in a refrigerator...for THREE WHOLE WEEKS!" Woo! I was impressed. Nice rant. And she's working on her similies :D
I am one federal tax return check away from starting that garage. I am on the proverbial brink I tellya. Like a sprinter waiting for the gun to fire. I've bought all the tools. Visualized the whole process from start to finish too many times to count. And now it's just pins & needles.
And now, I'm gonna go cook me up some nice smelly popcorn...butter smelly. Not burned smelly. I do NOT burn popcorn. I am a mastah popcorn-in-the-microwave babysittah.
Kevin @ 6:34PM | April 26th 2003
Oooh, a garage, I'm jealous. That's the only room I've really missed since I moved out. I'm sitting here with plans i made on quad ruled graph paper for a nice corner unit to hold my TV, VCR, etc., and realizing that there's no way I'll be able to build it. :( Quoth Eddie Izzard: "Like when your dad would would say, 'I'm just going out to the garage to saw a plank of wood in half.'" I want to be able to do that.
Kevin @ 6:35PM | April 26th 2003
Stupid formatting. That unhappy smilie (not to be confused with similie) got all screwed up. :(