Yesterday, I was on a mission. I had all the planets aligned so I could work on two custom pieces that I got this week. Nap times overlapping with play dates with no rain forecasted...what could go wrong? About 10 minutes into sanding, my sander, "Sweetness," gave her last spin. Never to be revived. Fortunately, this sander has a two-year warranty. Unfortunately, my husband bought it for me as a Christmas gift November 6, 2010. The rare occasion the guy plans ahead and it backfires on me!
So I turn to my go-to neighbor who not only lends me a tomato in a pinch, but also carts over an entire tomato plant--yeah, she's that good. I ask to borrow her sander and it works like a charm. I'm almost done sanding when the entire pad goes shooting off, clearing my face by inches. Another one bites the dust--literally.
Side note: did you know that if you play "Another One Bites the Dust" backwards, it says, "It's good to smoke marijuana?" True story--a DJ demoed it to our youth group when I was a teen. How do I still remember that, but I can't remember how old I am?
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