Boiled Turnip Dinner = Divorce Woodworking Style
“”When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge.”
– Albert Einstein
For those of you (all 150,000,000 plus) who follow this totally awesome and worthless blog with fervor and wonderment, you know this weekend was a busy one for this space.
During the weekends I have my iPad lying around on the kitchen table. Whenever I walk by, I check it and needless to say, I did not get much done this weekend. Actually, that is not true–I gave both Louie Dog and Jitter Dog treats around 3pm on Saturday.
Last night when I sat down to dinner, my wife gave me a boiled turnip for dinner. WHOOPIE!
I said, “What is with the boiled turnip dinner–and why no plate?”
“Who are you married too–me or Roger Savatteri?”
So Roger, it looks like I get half your stuff when I file for divorce.
Made a couple of changes to the new Precision Fence System from when Roger and I were on better terms. His suggestion of adding a horn to the bridge was a good one… so consider it done–image below.
I wish my life were less complex.