In the past I have come home to Oldest Son waxing giant stack-type exhaust pipes in the kitchen. When we were raising pigs, many little piggies found their way into the kitchen to dry off,and warm up. Even one calf sought refuge in front of the kitchen register.
Last night after Knit Nite, I came home to find that Hubby had bits and pieces of chainsaw scattered around the kitchen. Chunks of oily sawdust accompanied the various parts.
And tonight a repeat performance, enhanced with the aroma of WD30
Don't you wish you had my life?
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