TheBanyanTree: Tugging the Tiger's tail <g>

[Sachet]

Ok, so when I first moved here, there were a few ummm...incidences with 
things. What, with all the huge life changes, I was a wee bit frazzled, 
so there were understandable reasons a few things got 
ummm...accidentally uhhhh....broken.
[ *I* did NOT shatter the glass shower door into a gazillion small 
shards. But I figured out how it happened. I'll tell him ummm...some 
day. La-la-la-la-la. Some day.;-)  ]

Anyway, most all of you know that I cut my baby teeth on tools, are 
fascinated with them, love the power and that I actually do know how to 
fix a lot of things and enjoy doing so. But, because of the 
uhhh....slight mishaps shall we say?....Mark doesn't yet know these 
things. When I tell him that I do, he gives me this look like he wants 
to believe me, he really, really does, and he knows that I *think* I 
know what I'm talking about, but, well, evidence would suggest 
otherwise. <g>

So this morning when I texted him at work to ask him if we have any tile 
adhesive he answered a lot faster than usual to query "Why?".  It made 
me grin. Lots. I reassured him that it was for a craft project. Why he 
believes that to be safely benign, I dunno. ;-) [I think he'll really 
like the new mosaic top to his treasure chest.]

A few minutes ago I just texted him to ask him where the drill bits are. 
Interestingly enuff it took him a long time to reply. And when he did, 
the msg was blank. I think it was his way of pleading the 5th. <g> But 
he musta thought about it and decided that with my propensity for 
improvising, that it might be safer and better to just tell me so that I 
can complete my mission more efficiently. <g> So a few minutes later 
another msg followed with info on where they are located. Which I 
actually coulda found on my own. But, I am having entirely too much fun 
texting him now & then with creative questions.

Next, I'll take a pic of the newly straightened up "junk drawer" that 
has been the bane of his existence (and something I have been quite 
proud of making messy). I tried to s'plain to him that it took me years 
to learn how to let some things be messy, because in my OCD world, 
neatness was a mandatory priority. So it's really a healthy sign that I 
can feel comfy enough to let a drawer or closet be messy. He doesn't 
quite grok that, yet. :-)

Then after I soothe him with the organized drawer pic, I think I'll wait 
an hour or so before I ask him if we have any extra pieces of glass or 
wood glue.

He'll like the way I'm redoing the little deck table. I know he will. 
:-))))))))))))