I was demolishing the wall directly behind my shower on Sunday. Three quarter inch plywood was behind the drywall and it was nailed in well as well as being hemmed in by the shower pan on the bottom. I dropped the gloves when I dropped the crowbar for the jigsaw and then didn't put them back on.
The licorice jelly bean glued to my finger is the result of that mistake.
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I have the opposite problem. I wore work gloves while cutting up a couple cords of timber for firewood this fall.
Problem was there must've still been poison ivy juice on the gloves from when I cleared the cliff in front of my house in PA back in early April.
Now I got poison ivy on my left wrist in exactly the same spot I had it for nearly 3 weeks in April. Just not as bad.
Oh well, once this bathroom remodel is completed you'll feel much better about it.
Still A Stroke and Mrs Fan are already creating an over/under for what time the first argument will come to light between Me and Pops this weekend. I say 0. Mrs says....I dont know, what time is he getting here Friday?
Not nice at all. What they fail to forget is that we're just too similar. Sarcastic. Snarky. Always right. We're not mad, we just disagree loudly. HUGE HUGE difference.
The plywood wasn't glued as well this time?
All I can say is, enjoy the time with your dad. Disagreeing, and arguing over stupid stuff that might seem important at the moment but really isn't (until Mrs. Fan tries to shower and only the cold water works!) is not worth it.
I know you really enjoy having Still A. Dad visit and help you on these Rube Goldberg projects. So just let it flow... like the electricity and the water in the new bathroom (hopefully).
Some of my best memories of my father were the times we built a couple of decks together, a shed, a fence, and installed some half-assed plumbing and electrical in my basement. We were too much alike too but we never argued much. Just defer to the wisdom that comes with age and it'll be alright.
My Dad helped me with a kitchen remodel last year (demolition and cabinet installation). I finally learned something I was always curious about - why did I never learn to be handy like him? The answer was because he never had the patience to teach me! Somehow we survived, but I'm not sure if I would ask him to do another major project.
I've decided not to argue with you this time.
(I'll just let you do it wrong)
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