Good morning Cape Breton.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home.
Tonya and I were on the couch yesterday. Of course I was just hanging around, upside down. The Big Guy just had to interrupt and take some pictures.
Last week, the Big Guy was putting this leather flap on his garage door to protect the lock. For 13 years now, he's been bitching about ice getting into the lock and freezing the lock. For 13 years, he's been saying, he only needed a piece of leather to cover the lock.
Geesh... procrastinate much?
He finally did that last week. But he left his drill in the back of the car.
It's not like the drill is going to be hurt by being left in the car like that.
But if nothing else, the Big Guy is a guy with habits. He always likes to have stuff in it's place. Once it's in it's place, his life moves on. No worries.
But let Tonya move something of his.
Now someone STOLE it. Doesn't matter what it is. It's stolen.
The Big Guy has spoken to other guys about this. They mostly feel the same. If they put something, anything, somewhere. They fully expect it to be there in a few years from now. I'm not talking about putting something in the way. Something went in it's "place".
I guess that would be like those extra pillows that ladies put on the bed. Not all of them do that, but those that do... well... that guy better get used to NOT sleeping on those pillows.
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