Many of you who know me know I want a chain saw. Bad. And I have wanted a chain saw for quite a number of years. I know that there is some discussion that this is because I am into serial killers, which I will point out my degree in psychology and vast collection of true crime books take care of that. No, the reason I want a chain saw is because of the influence of these five men.
They are also the reason I want a table saw. And they are one of the reasons I can do nearly any home improvement project.
And can be directly blamed for conversations such as this one:
While fixing the boat trailer:
Me: Where is my drill?
Dad: Over here. I used it.
Me: What have I said about touching my stuff? Stop touching my stuff!
Dad: It’s not yours. It is my drill.
Me: Not if I kill you and inherit it, it isn’t.