So Alpha apparently said, as she left for the movies with Gamma, “you’ll have to make a painting table contraption for Gamma for Christmas, it will be a nice winter project and we can surprise her with it for Christmas.”
What I heard, though, was, “BzzBzz have to make painting table contraption for Gamma bzzZbzzzBzzz, and as soon as they drove off, I leapt into action.
My workshop is a complete mess, but I found enough workbench space and cut a bunch of big pieces with the circular saw, then a bunch of little pieces with the jigsaw, drilled holes into them with the drill and had the table about 80% screwed together by the time they came home. Gamma came into my shop and asked what I was up to and I proudly told her, which got me into trouble and now I have to think up another Christmas surprise for her.
But the table is going to be so cool when it’s finished.
You are just the daddiest dad around. I had no idea that dads these days still whipped up Christmas presents in their workshops! I’d completely forgotten the whole excitement of not being allowed in my father’s workshop in the basement before Christmas…
Rub it in, pal. If I’d’a locked the door I wouldn’t be in this mess.