There are some days when I just don't want to write. I don't want to work. I don't want to do anything. This is one of those days. You know, I have had those days before, but normally, I am a few blog entries ahead of myself, so I just post the next blog and go about my business. So it appears like I am running on all cylinders, and I am not.
And the strangest part of this is that I don't really know what "all cylinders" is all about. I am sure it has something to do with car mechanics, but if you placed a cylinder and a gasket on my desk, I could not tell the difference.
When I was dating my hubbie, he worked on cars, and I would talk with him while he was working on the cars. I would say random things like, "Did you check the distributor cap" and "sounds like a starter problem to me." The point was not really to help him fix the car; the point was to appear to be some car-smart hottie. Some men like women who can do some of these car things. Of course, since I was talking complete crap, he just thought it was cute. He would then say something like, "Can you hand me a crescent wrench" and I would be completely busted. You know, I would give him a box end wrench or needle nose pliers, but I cocked my head and smiles sweetly, so it was all good.
For me, I would love to go back in time today. My mind is not working properly and I figure I have some sort of plaque on my brain that is making me not think straight. Perhaps tomorrow. Me, I have to look for a mortise saw.
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But didn't you _just_ go back in time? I mean...don't you remember leaning on the edge of the car and handing your now husband the wrong tool?
There, fixed that for ya. ^_^
First!
I couldn't distinguish a wrench from a wench. It's roadside assistance for me.
It sounds like you need a day off since you don't want to write or work or do anything for that matter. When was the last time you went on vacation or just had time off from phones, computers, cells and people in general?
THIRD! lol
prata: that seems like a philosophical discussion.
~deb: the difference between a wrench and a wench? The letter "r". Or, at least I know what to do with a wench. Did I spell that correctly?
~deb: forth!
I'd rather read you when you say you have nothing to write than a lot of people who have too much to write with nothing to say.
I never want to work. I haven't figures out a way to be independently wealthy just yet, so I guess I have no choice in the matter.
How about a torque wrench? Otherwise, all I can say about your creative doldrums is, you too, huh? Must be something in the air because I am at a complete creative impasse right now, at least as far as writing the stuff I get paid for goes. So, take a rest, my dear, and I agree with Kathi and I too would rather read you when you have nothing much to write about, than read a lot of others.
Ian
I guess one letter off makes a huge difference.
Fith! ;)
Gawd, how many wines did I have? What am I seventh? Okay, I'm going to bed now. I'll check up on you tomorrow morning.
I often told The PK that, when I help him work on cars, it would be a really great idea to color coat the tools, that way he could say "Hand me the blue one" or "The bright yellow one with the green handle."
Sure would be a lot easier for BOTH of us.
And I think we all get that plaque on the brain...ESPECIALLY this close to the weekend.
kathi: you are so sweet.
pittchick: I think the lottery makes one independently weathly. Now, if I could figure out the six right numbers.
ian: torque wrench? See, now that just sounds made up. I think it is one of those wrenches with the dials that are sort of like a car's odometer (you know, the needles).
~deb: you are one clever gal!
stacey: good luck with knocking the plaque off. You could use a ball pean hammer for the job.
Closs.
A mortise is a hole, sort of like a vagin@ made with a drill or a router, then finished with a chisel. The tenon is like a penii, made with a saw. So you want a mortise drill, not a mortise saw.
Cute story though.
LOL
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