What has happened to my life?? Remember the Grado Labs Tour? Can you imagine what it would look like at my house? I'll bet yours is starting to look like this.
My wife woke up to find our latest shipment of wood, a shipment I can't tear into until I finish some projects I'm behind on.
My six-year-old asks what wood we're going to cut today.
I scratch my head and look around.
And look around.
In the meantime, my mistress - the drill press - calls out to me.
But my sander also wants to play.
By the time they're through with me, I've got my work cut out for me - and thirsty for lacquer. I now realize why I'm doing this. It's the laquer. I'm probably addicted to the fumes - which would explain a lot.