You who leave pretty pink bags on my front porch with a much needed brand new drill in it…you who ask me “Hey, do ya need a crock pot? Cuz I have two…”
Yes, you are my blog pixies and I thank you.
The dogs are quite interested in my new drill. Every time I run it, it whips them into a frenzy. And I’m sure they will be even more interested in what I’m making in the crock pot this week.
The drill though? It has me contemplating my options. I don’t believe our fair city has a bona fide trepanator. I’m seeing this as a possible new income stream for 2010.
It would be far better than having to rely on a “do it yourself kit“.
And it can be useful in an emergency.
Also? Those pesky demons? They HATE it!
I am SO tempted to call the customer service number in the user’s manual and start asking about preferred speed, depth, and drill bits for trepanation. Perhaps I’ll even tell them that I require their assistance because I am in the middle of a trepanation session and suddenly the drill won’t run in reverse and should I take the patient into the emergency room or the service counter at Home Depot?
I am nothing if not there for the bored customer service rep that has to work a dead end job and gets nothing but boring calls all day long from people that have nothing better to talk about than power tools.
I will be their savior…