Mark has been whining for the last month about one little plank of Pergo flooring missing in the corner of our bedroom. So today while Mark was out shopping, I tackled that final piece. The reason I was not so eager to finish off this job is the intricacy of the cutting involved. I'm not very good with things like that, but I threw myself into the job anyway. I measured, I marked, and I started cutting. First with the circular saw, ripping the Pergo plank lengthwise. Then I started with the jig saw, carefully following the lines I had drawn. It was when I reached the end of one particular cut that I suddenly had a realization, and that realization is that one of these days I am going to cut something off of my body. As I finished this last cut, the saw slipped off the plank and shot forward towards my hand. It may be because I hadn't clamped down the piece I was cutting, and the fact that I was using the top of the garbage can as a work bench didn't help either. Luckily the saw missed my thumb which had been directly in its path. So I missed this time, but I just know that one of these days, if I keep screwing around with power tools, I am going to slice off a piece of Alan. I just hope it will not be a part that I am too fond of.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
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Mark has been whining for the last month about one little plank of Pergo flooring missing in the corner of our bedroom. So today while Mark was out shopping, I tackled that final piece. The reason I was not so eager to finish off this job is the intricacy of the cutting involved. I'm not very good with things like that, but I threw myself into the job anyway. I measured, I marked, and I started cutting. First with the circular saw, ripping the Pergo plank lengthwise. Then I started with the jig saw, carefully following the lines I had drawn. It was when I reached the end of one particular cut that I suddenly had a realization, and that realization is that one of these days I am going to cut something off of my body. As I finished this last cut, the saw slipped off the plank and shot forward towards my hand. It may be because I hadn't clamped down the piece I was cutting, and the fact that I was using the top of the garbage can as a work bench didn't help either. Luckily the saw missed my thumb which had been directly in its path. So I missed this time, but I just know that one of these days, if I keep screwing around with power tools, I am going to slice off a piece of Alan. I just hope it will not be a part that I am too fond of.
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Don't be crazy, Alan. hire a lesbian and get it done right.
ReplyDeleteFirst off ^hahahahaha! Secondly, did you not see the picture of my fingers from Christmas? Let that be a cautionary tale. I was even being careful- sharpened the knife and everything! It's almost like you WANT to cut yourself. Sick.
ReplyDeletePattie, it is definitely hereditary. I remember so many times dad sitting on nails, falling off the ladder, ripping his scull open in the garage, and of course the loud cursing that followed.
ReplyDeleteHostess, I have told Mark, no more. No more will I do these things, he will have to save his money and hire a lesbian.
First of all, the Hostess writes the best comments. :)
ReplyDeleteI so relate to your description of how you get things done. Boy. I often take so many shortcuts and risks when I do home improvements. Sometimes I try to get myself to slow down and be extra cautious but -- nah. It's almost painful. But not as painful as cutting off your thumb.
I agree, Hostess always has a witty response. You two could be Martin & Lewis or Burns & Allen....
ReplyDeleteGlad you don't do any lawn mowing.
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