Truth be told, I haven't fought that hard. Diverting my gaze to the horizon, though, the next battle may test my mettle. Not sure Patty is down with either the expenditure or a new piece of equipment crowding her parking space. It's starting to get pretty tight in the
I was starting to think I should just be a good husband and back off. But then, out of nowhere, this . . .
For the last coupla days, something has not felt quite right in my "change pocket", which is my left front. I didn't pay much attention, but I remember noticing a texture or shape that I couldn't quite identify or that seemed vaguely out of place.
So tonight, I was buying something and reached into that pocket to see if I could come up with the 82 cent part of the deal and spotted this funnypenny . . .
|all cool on the frontside|
|holy hell, all kinds of wtf on the backside|
Dude, some crazy bastard, for some unknown reason, did that with . . . hell ya . . . a LATHE! I don't know the history on this damn thing or how the hell it landed in my pocket, but don't you think I'd be totally effing stupid to ignore it???
I tried to share my excitement with the teenage cashier. She dug deep into her bag of retail skills in an effort to show she cared, but I'm pretty sure the moment was lost on her.
I hope it's not lost on you. This is huge.
I can't really go to Patty with this, so against my better judgement, I'm turning to you for advice. I'm thinking karma-wise that I should release the penny back into circulation and that when I do get the lathe that I'm supposed to have, my first project should be to duplicate it and get a couple more out into circulation and that this will make things right. (and also protect me.) This is crazy new territory for me, but the main point that yours and my relationship hinges on, going forward, is that we agree that I should have a lathe. I do care what you say, though.