The spousal unit is assembling the computer desk we bought this afternoon, and Babyface is cowering under my feet.
Me: I don't know why she's always so terrified when you get out the power tools. I'm not terrified when you get out the power tools, and I have far more reason.
4 comments:
It's not the tools, it is the throwing thereof.
At least in my household. Your mileage may differ.
He doesn't throw, but he cusses a lot.
It's the cussing. You can deal with the bleeding and concussions but Baby Face hates the cussing.
DOe the table meet Drama Queen's standards?
Poor Babyface.
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