When he first broached the subject of getting one, he was fully prepared to make a passionate appeal. Me, eyeing a kitchen renovation in my future, did not need convincing. My ugly laminate cabinets have got to go and if a shiny new Craftsman will make this happen faster, then God speed to the nearest Sears, my love.
And so we have another new addition to the family: A 300 lb. table saw.
Even though I gave my blessing on this acquisition, on one level, I can't help but feel like my husband's taken a mistress. He sneaks off for numerous quiet encounters with the saw. Sometimes they just talk, and other times they grind away.
Last weekend, they spent a long lazy Sunday together while I stayed behind, tending to children and laundry. When he came upstairs to bed with saw dust on his collar, I felt a twinge of jealousy.
And then I found this:
Handyman porn. This may as well read: Tools and Jugs.
I don't know, maybe I'm being naive. He keeps promising me new cabinets, bookshelves and furniture, but I haven't seen anything but a pile of sliced-up plywood so far.
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my husband is a carpenter by trade and has a professional table saw in the h=garage shop...and i have yet to see a piece form it. but i will, oh, i will. somehow.
That's funny. Though, in his defense, maybe he doesn't want to bring his work home, you know?
Still, I can't stop thinking of that Sex in the City episode when Charlotte's boyfriend talks her into a threesome saying it'll be fun for them, only for her to later get edged off the bed.
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