*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Bunnylady]

Doesn't everyone play with their food?

Yeah, but baseball? With a frozen fish for a bat? Surely you should at least go outside for that sort of thing.

 

[Alaskan]

Why go outside? It is cold enough insde to keep the fish good and frozen, and outside, it is snowing.

 

[Bunnylady]

True, you'd probably lose the ball in a snowdrift, but there is a lower probability of people being in the line of fire, so to speak.

 

[Alaskan]

Fire is good.

Gimme




Gimme



Gimme

 

[Bunnylady]

FIRE IN THE HOLE!!




(sorry, i couldn't resist)

 

[Alaskan]

That smarts

 

[Bunnylady]

Oops.

I, uh, didn't know you were still down there, Alaskan. You OK?

 

[Alaskan]

Hack




Hack



Wheeze



I will give you an update as soon as the smoke clears.

 

[Bunnylady]

Some days, I really wonder about that man I married . . . .

I was out in the rabbitry when my phone rang. It was Critter.

He said, "If you don't want me to die within, like, the next 3 minutes, you'll bring me two clamps."

"What kind of clamps?" I asked.

"C clamps. There aren't any in the workshop, go look in the old greenhouse. Now I have to hang up and hold onto this thing."

Now, life with him can be a trial at times, but I'm still rather fond of him in spite of that, so I headed with all possible haste for the old greenhouse. En route, I passed Critter. He was a good 10 feet up, literally in the middle of a pergola he is building for a customer, and holding onto a couple of the elements of it as if his life depended on it (which, perhaps, it did). "I wouldn't walk under this thing," he called as I got closer. "In fact, if you could get the cat out from under it, it would be good."

Maybe he just likes to keep his guardian angels on their toes - er, wings? - but you'd never catch me up on top of a rickety structure like that without it being properly braced. As many things as he has built over the years, you'd think he would know how wobbly they can be when you put weight up high, but it's like he has to learn this all over again, and again . . .

Though maybe I'm seeing a pattern here. A few weeks ago, I was the monkey in the middle that he nearly dropped a pergola (of a different design) on top of when he didn't set the braces first. I don't care how eager you are to see the thing come together, sometimes ya just gotta slow down and pay attention to the details.

Anyway, I fetch the clamps, and he tells me, "I need you to climb up that ladder and hand one to me," as he sidles carefully down to the end near the ladder. I did, he tried to put it on a board, handed it back and said, "could you open it up a bit for me?" I did, and as he braced it across one wrist and tried to tighten it with his other hand, it occurred to me that if he lost control of the thing, it would come down right on my face. "If you don't mind, I'm getting off this ladder now," I said, backing out of range. He moved carefully down to the other end, and as he gingerly placed the other clamp at that end, he said, "would you mind climbing this other ladder and pushing that board back into place?" Gads, he hadn't fastened anything together; the pieces were just resting on each other. I know he will have everything all screwed down when he sets this up in the client's yard, but if he doesn't break his neck (or mine!) in the process, it'll be a miracle.

 

[Alaskan]

So....

The screws were not loose... They were all missing?


Explains lots.