To my right was a tool bench, with one of those big, red, multidrawered tool chest like mechanics have parked off to one side. An array of hammers, saws and other guy stuff hung neatly on the pegboard wall. I stared at them, wondering if he knew what to do with all of them. Men and their toys. Huh.
“I have a hammer, too,” I told him.
“I bet you do.”
I hate being condescended to. You could tell he thought my hammer was nowhere in the ballpark with his collection. “It’s pink.”
He froze in the act of getting out of the car, staring at me with an appalled expression. “That’s perverted. That’s just not right.”
“Oh, please. There’s no law that says a tool has to be ugly.”
“Tools aren’t ugly. They’re strong and functional. The look like they mean business. They aren’t pink.”
“Mine is, and it’s just as good as yours. It isn’t as big, but it does the job. I bet you’re against women joining the police force, too, aren’t you?”
“Of course not. What does that have to do with a figgin’ pink hammer?”
“Women are mostly prettier than men and mostly not as big, but that doesn’t mean they can’t get the job done, does it?”
“We’re talking hammers here, not people!” He got out of the car and slammed the door, then stalked around to my side.
I opened the door and raised my voice so he could hear me. “I think your aversion to a tool that’s attractive as well as functional – mmmph.” I glared at him over the hand he’d clapped over my mouth.
This book just cracks me up.
It's amazing sometimes the little things that thrill us. In a previous post I showed pictures of all my TBR's sitting in the hall (some with the princess sitting on them). Of course they couldn't stay there - for one thing I couldn't get into the hall closet which houses the dust broom. So I went and bought out the maple book cases at Walmart yet again :). Now Lisa had helped me in the past putting them together, but I was determined to do it myself this time. Well - kind of. I bought 2 of them and last time Ryan was over, I asked for his help. He put one together and offered to do the other but I said "Nope, I wanted to do this one by myself!" So I did! I didn't ask him for a single piece of help or advice. Then of course, I needed that third shelf. So this time I decided to do it all by myself - I AM WOMAN - HEAR ME ROAR. I went to the lumber store, picked the wood, had them cut it and brought it home along with the little pegs I would need. Now the little pegs were bigger than the holes, so I had to make them bigger. With a power drill. All by myself. And I did it! I was so pleased with myself that I managed to use a power drill with no help and that I didn't damage anything!
So - here are the TBR's formerly lined up in the hall - in their new home with the rest of the books.
So - any suggestions as to which ones I should read?