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Showing posts with label laminate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laminate. Show all posts
Monday, February 23, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Someone Call Chris Buttars!
I have used power tools! Successfully*, even. A miter saw and a jig saw. (Laying laminate wood floors is easier than you'd think.)
Let me tell you, if you want to feel powerful, saw something. It was loud, I'm sneezing sawdust, and I am now the uberfeminist. Gloria Steinem has nothing on me!
Somebody better call Chris Buttars, cause my vagina is now more of a threat to the US than gays!
*by that, I mean that I cut what I meant to cut, more or less into the shape I meant it to be, and nobody lost an eye.
Let me tell you, if you want to feel powerful, saw something. It was loud, I'm sneezing sawdust, and I am now the uberfeminist. Gloria Steinem has nothing on me!
Somebody better call Chris Buttars, cause my vagina is now more of a threat to the US than gays!
*by that, I mean that I cut what I meant to cut, more or less into the shape I meant it to be, and nobody lost an eye.
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