The brain behind the master craftsman...

When I was a foreman, the guys at my old job thought I brought the blueprints home to study them! They had no idea how wrong they were. I was busy napping in the late afternoon; letting Cupcake read them and decipher the measurements and layout. I would have her explain them to me after she did all the math. My layout was always pristine, although I had trouble explaining all the cat scratch scribbling in the margins.

Later tonight:
An intriguing discussion on more possible ways to accidentally carve yourself up with power tools। Perhaps a lighter topic on ways to get out of doing any work at all... detailing my all time favorite trick of hiding out in the portable potty.
This morning:
It is looking like this conversation will be stalled by a huge loss of regular sleep. Five broken hours doesn't make any of my jokes funny, just sad.