Tomorrow. Tomorrow I start working on my project backlog, I need to pound some metal like I pound my beer. Fast, and as a necessity, never leave a wounded soldier. Semper Hacer!
But really, the other day the wif knocked the kittie off the couch, not realizing that he was going to fall into the “pile of death”. I’ve got more stripped parts than a Kardashian but at this stage they’re just as useless. I’m assuming that pounding a galvanized screw in will do the trick. Once you make one of these jokes, they just keep coming.
Peter's stuff.