One thing Jessica and I have in common is this ability to come up with a comeback in the moment. The thing is that the desire to say the lines in inappropriate settings is difficult to resist. Jess is trying her best not to get out of hand, but this is one of her most favorite things in life. I actually had another line I wanted to use on this page but it would have required more page to make it land correctly, so I just let it go for now.

Mom ordered a new mailbox and I replaced the old one with it today. People kept jamming packages int the old one so hard that even I struggled to get them back out, so she got one larger than the typical shipping boxes they use for most things. I can only imagine that we’ll just end up with boxes the next size up jammed in the box now, but that remains to be seen. I put large, clearly readable, numbers on each side of the box. The old ones were smaller and also gold, so it was actually fairly hard to read them. Hopefully the new font will curtail some of the misplacement of our mail. The post also has the numbers on it, but it’s like they are invisible to some people.
When I went to do this task I found the tool cabinet in such a state that I couldn’t find any of the tools I needed. The chuck is missing for the drill, which is also an ancient corded drill, so I would have to have strung an extension cord all the way to the mailbox. Since I couldn’t find the chuck I couldn’t change the bit though, so I just didn’t bother. I found a small, rechargeable, screwdriver that mom had purchased at some point. It looked so meager that I didn’t have much hope for it being able to speed up the process. To my surprise it had enough torque for all but one of the screws holding the old box to the post. I got the last one out with a regular screwdriver, which took as long as all the other screws combined. I have not idea what gave this last screw such staying power, but it was a worthy adversary. After that I used my dremmel to drill guide holes for the new box. It’s not a super effective drill since it isn’t really designed to be one but it works well enough for simple tasks. Still, I now know that the house needs a decent cordless drill. I don’t mind the old corded one, but not having to deal with the extra steps would be better. I have a vague memory of owning a cordless drill at one point, but if I ever really did I have no idea what became of it. In fairness I have no idea how I ended up with my Dremmel either. I tend not to remember details about things I’m not super interested in. It’s actually kind of bugging me now because I remember using a drill at all of my old jobs that didn’t belong to the employer… Did I lose my drill? Did I ever have a drill? I simply can’t remember. I’ve been using that Dremmel for as long as I can remember and the battery is so good I’ve only charged it maybe ten times in twenty years. The quality of that battery is impressive.
It’s not like we need tools all the time, but I do actually know how to repair a lot of minor things around the house, so it would be good to have tools handy. I used to have an old tool set… Maybe it’s in my truck. I haven’t looked in its toolbox in years. I bet that’s where all my other tools are. I kept some tools in the truck all the time for emergencies. I can’t even remember the last time I thought about that either. I’ve always used smaller tools for everyday use which I keep in my tackle box.
I’m really stuck on this drill question. I have a vague memory of owning a drill. Did my brain just make it up? I can’t believe I can’t remember for sure.

Well, I can’t waste my time on that question right now. I hope your week starts off nice. I’ll be back on Wednesday with more comic. Until then, Mario Golf: Advance Tour.

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