|Random wrench was the closest metal object, I had to demo!|
Hey, A Girl Can Dream
Even if it can't achieve that magical feat, I'm sure I'm not the only person who manages to drop the screw/bolt/nail/wire/snap/anything-opposable-thumbs-can-grasp. Every. Single. Time.
In the grass.
When the fallen object is inevitably dark-coloured.
Not that it would help if it were glitter silver; with a contact Rx of -8 & astigmatism (I know, it's a wonder I can find the horses), once my useless hands have released any object, all projects must come to an astonishingly long halt while I pick through ground layers I never even knew existed.
|Like my man-hands (psh, like I'd work on a Honda)?|
I can't even imagine the sweet luxury of life with no bolts clamped in my teeth, no studs tracked like gold bullion, & the end of strings of profanity I only hope my dear neighbours can't hear, as the 357th screw bounces off the end of the impact driver.
Now I just have to figure out what to do with all that free time. Oh, I know, maybe I can FINISH AN ACTUAL FARM PROJECT. Or, I don't know, something really crazy, like RIDE MY HORSES. How's that for going out on a limb??! I think I used to do that...
Kudos To Awesome Organizer & Participants!
Thank you again, Molly, & thank you to Tracy at Fly On Over for putting it all together! I know I had lots of fun wrapping up some goodies... Only horse people really know the strange & wonderful gifts horse people get excited about.
|2014 FOR THE WIN!|