Saturday, August 21, 2010

The way to a woman's heart.

My sweetie was shopping this week and saw something she knew I'd like.  There was no occasion - no birthday or anniversary she was buying for - just the serendipity of happening upon the perfect gift.


And you had better believe I greased every dielectric I could find.  

There has been a lot of money going out work going on here at the Duck.  The roof was recoated this week.  Fletch's bill came in for installing vent covers and a custom job for the stink stack.  The electrician has been troubleshooting a problem between the batteries and the charge controller, with Annie as online researcher.

I love canned air.  I think it's love, but it could be an obsession.  When I'm at the computer every other thought is of canned air and how I could be so much more productive if I could just blow the fur out of my keyboard.   This is the kind of cerebral assistance I bring to the project.

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dirtyduck said...

that is so did she present it to you? with a flouish? professional gift wrapping,matching gel filled scotch lock?

¡Vizcacha! said...

Wow, that sounded all naughty, so you can imagine my disappointment when I Googled it. Still, I think I can say it so it sounds a little bawdy.

No, none of that - she knows I'm a practical gal at heart, so it came in an AutoZone bag.