So I just got the estimate back from the general contractor on how much it is going to cost to put up a privacy fence to keep the dogs in, and his estimate was somewhere near the price of a car. That means that I get the joy of building it with my sister and her husband with my father
hurling insults supervising. I can’t tell you how much this excites me. At any rate, I’m doing an inventory of the tools I have and I know my dad has, and seeing if I need anything else before starting this fail parade, and I found this video:
My favorite comment is “I’m thinking this guy has used up all of his medication and is now operating on pure adrenalin.”
And before you ask, no, I will not be using any power tools at all. That’s just my survival instinct kicking in.