A Wiener A Day Keeps The Balls Away
I NEVER HAD TO KNOCK ON WOOD
This weekend I did a bunch of dad-type activities.
Redid the stucco on the bottom molding of the house, replaced the PVC pipe the dog chewed, and sanded and painted any chewed parts of the walls. I Tom-Sawyered my room mate into replacing the igniter on the barbeque (the dog got into it and tore out all the wiring).
Everything is working correctly now. All I have left to do in the old place is painting over the stucco, pressure washing the piss off the concrete, replacing the gas hose to the grill, and packing new dirt in the alley.
Not too bad. I was more stressed thinking about it than doing it.
After all that I treated myself to a Harbor Freight trip, and bought a small tool bench.
Built it yesterday. I sat in the hot garage with no shirt - I felt normal and nice. Nobody there to judge.
I put down a folding chair then played a little guitar afterwards.
I love the way the strat fits my body. I can rest my tit perfectly in its groove.
I understand why my dad does this too. I don't want to become a full on garage-dweller, but having a little nook to myself is pretty nice.
I had a cup of water next to me, and my dog just walked right up to it and drank half of it. It was funny as fuck.
Sure bro have a drink it's HOT out here.
He then walked 10 feet into the house, and drank from his water bowl.
What an intelligent and interesting animal.
Been drawing these with a mouse at work. I'm going to try and image a tablet laptop that's for disposal and use it for these.