I used to wonder why women found jewelry to be of any particular fascination at all. Sure, it looks nice when it adorns them, but why on earth would shiny things draw such huge crowds of women to gawk at them. I used to wonder... but then I saw a similar trait in the average male. Power tools.
So help me, I like power tools. I will often take a wrong turn in Wal-mart just so I can cut through the power tools isle. The older I get, the more I linger contemplating what I could do with my very own cordless drill, miter saw, or power sander. In all seriousness, although I could do a great deal, I would more than likely do little more than the average guy would do. My tools would be relegated to neatly occupying their appropriate places in the garage or store room, and I would pull them out only rarely to perform tasks that could much easier be done with a screwdriver, a leatherman knife, or my 1891/30 Russian Mosin Nagant rifle bayonet. Regardless, I'd have them.
I received a power sander for Christmas courtesy of my parental units, and I almost immediately set about to refinish the top of my chest of drawers so I could do away with the stain that my father left behind when he spilled some kind of gun cleaning solvent on it. Wow... that's quite a sentence... a lot of modifiers. Ok, I'll stop now. In summary, Power Tools are awesome.
Allow me to laud fellow posters Matthew and Seashell for keeping this place afloat during the season when I, and several others are reduced to dial up internet access only. Huttah to you both. Manteca... New Year's Extravaganza? We could go back to the prison and ask if they'd give us the Oz tour? That's all I got.
Jeff C.
P.S. mmmmm... apple pie.
Power tools and the male ego...