Category: random idiocy
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Garage cleanup – spring 2023
I wish I had a “before” photo so you’d have some idea what kind of a mess I was facing when I started cleaning up the garage Sunday morning. After working in the garage on and off all winter, and more often in the last few months, there were scraps of wood piled up on Read.
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Wisconsin weekend
Ah, April in Wisconsin, where every weekday is sunny and warm, and every weekend is rainy and cold. Makes me kind of miss February a little bit. It sucked, but it never teased you with false promises of warm weather. Read.
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fwoosh
The hamburgers My Darling B bought for our first cookout of the season were the size of manhole covers and were at least eighty-five percent fat, which means that before I could finish slapping all eight of them on the grill they erupted into the biggest grease fire we’ve ever seen. I had to keep Read.
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old school
I snapped a photo of the BDU jacket in the background that’s draped over the dining room chair, because I noticed the handle of a hammer I had been searching for, and posted the photo to the group chat my coworkers use with the comment, “I looked everywhere for that hammer.” My coworker Sandra, who Read.
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sea lion
I phoned in an order for breakfast sandwiches and gave my middle name as “Leo” because when I give my first name “Dave” it always gets mangled to “Damien” or “Devon”. They almost always get “Leo” right, although this is the first time they mangled it all the way to “Ci Lion” (which she pronounced Read.
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Up On The Roof
A couple days ago I was in the van, taking measurements of the floor and adding the measurements to sketches in a notebook so I could figure out how to piece together all the woodwork that’s going to become The Camping Thing. This is not the first time I’ve measured the insides. I’ve measured so Read.
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loop-de-loo
While skimming social media this morning I read one passing reference to the 1975 pop music hit “The Hustle” and GUESS WHAT’S BEEN PLAYING ON A LOOP IN MY HEAD EVER SINCE. Kill me now. (Warning to those who did not grow up in the 1970s: If you Google “The Hustle” DO NOT LISTEN TO Read.
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Jam Package Overkill
All this packaging to send six jars of jam through the mail. Seems excessive. Read.
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“I am your density.”
Writing prompt: Do you believe in fate/destiny? No. But also, maybe. Depends. Read.
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mom voice
I was doing something stupid until I was stopped by THE MOM VOICE Read.
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