When I build stuff for my wife, sometimes we go to the store together so she can pick out what I incorporate.
She pulled a clamshell package off a hook, thrust it close to my face and glared at me. She said… and this is verbatim…
"Evil, evil stupid pink non-tool. Makes me angry."
That's why we're married.
She pulled a clamshell package off a hook, thrust it close to my face and glared at me. She said… and this is verbatim…
"Evil, evil stupid pink non-tool. Makes me angry."
That's why we're married.