Roger was out in the garage the other day making all kinds of racket.
I knew the temperature in the garage was
100 120, so I tried to ignore the sounds and stay inside.
However, my curiosity finally got the better of me and I stepped out into the sweltering heat to see what was going on.
me: What are you doing?
Roger: Building a box.
me: A box?
Roger: Well, a crate.
me: A crate?
In hindsight, I should of known this would have been a good time to quit asking questions. After all, what you don't know can't hurt you, but, doggone it, I've never been good at knowing when to quit.
me: A crate, as in shipping crate?
me: To ship something in? (I was like a dog with a new bone.)
me: What are you planning on shipping in it?
Roger: Daisy's engine.
After I picked myself up off the concrete floor and dusted the saw dust off, I casually walked back into the house and shut the door just like nothing ever happened.
But my thoughts were racing. Oh, man, here we go again...........