Things I learned/heard while covered in sawdust.

The following is a collection of things I/you/we have heard/said/experienced numerous times… either from our elders or ourselves…

a.) “Damn…”
b.) “Do you know that you’re bleeding?”
c.) “This? It’s a paper towel and electrical tape.” (You’ve done it!)
d.) “I thought doors were three feet wide! Damn it!”
e.) “Fu…” (I’m not going to finish that one, here. Suffice it to say that it is a word that rhyme with ‘Firetruck’... has fewer letters and is, usually, quietly forced through clenched teeth or shouted/screamed following that errant hammer smack to the thumb. Can be prefixed by the words, ‘mother’ or ‘stupid’... suffixed by ‘up’ or ‘face’.)
f.) “It’ll fit if you wiggle it… just keep pushing.”
g.) “I’ll start that just as soon as you crap quarters.”
h.) “It was right here! I just had it! Dammit!”
i.) “I swear, it looked like it would fit.”
j.) “Why don’t you just grind that off?”
k.) “It doesn’t need to be grounded… it’s not wet out here.”
l.) “Is that what you have been working on, so long?”
m.) “Did you mean to do that?”
n.) “Wouldn’t it be cheaper/easier to just go buy it?”
o.) “Drop it! NO! Bring that back, right now!” (My Boston Terrier, Ceasar, is infamous for grabbing things and stashing them by the back door. If I can’t find it… I know where to look.)
p.) “Why do you need another one? You can only use one at a time.”

...to be continued…

-- 'I sand, therefore, I am'. Richard/Wiggy.. whatever. North Texas