I wonder if the people making bootleg copies of Barbie and Oppenheimer are putting them together as Barbieheimer.
Seems only natural.
Wife asks youngest and I to put together some waiting room furniture for her boss
We finish and need to tap in the decorative plugs to cover the bolt holes.
"Do you have a hammer?"
"Yes we have a little tool set around here."
Then she brings us what I would say is the world's smallest "real" hammer.
I thought I was being punked at first. But dang if that little hammer didn't do the job. Wonder what the other little tools look like.
I only recently heard the name Tommy Tuberville and I'm amazed at how awful a person he really is.
Ah what a joy to have consistent, reliable internet access at work.
Too bad I can't have that at home. (Looking at you Xfinity).
We can put a billion dollar camera in space that takes amazing photos - but we can't figure out how to make a Reese's peanut butter cup wrapper that comes off cleanly.
Priorities!
Son wanted a dog. I did not. Wife convinced me to allow a dog.
Over the past couple of years that dog - a bernedoodle named Stella - and I have bonded.
To be honest - if it wasn't for her I might have done myself in this past year. She's often the only one I can talk to about things.
Not to say everything is perfect in my life now but Stella has been the perfect dog in my life.