I’ve spent the last week or so working on two pieces one needs to be refined further, but first here is a brief comedy piece on my Family.
I’ve learned down through the years my family was blessed with many traits which for some reason Genetics decided not to pass onto me.
All the men in my family are in some form or another trade men as far back as I can trace any way. My Grandfather was a for man and my father followed in his footsteps as did my uncle and most of cousins. Me…. well last time I worked with a table saw I almost killed my own father, and don’t even get me started on hammers. More often then not my own thumb goes in the wood deeper then the nails. Hell I just about manage stairs that is the height of my coordinated abilities stairs. (funnily enough though I am quite good at rock and tree climbing go figure.)
I have said on many occasions down through the years that my mother should have joined the FBI the woman can spot a spilt drink at fifty paces and god help the man (again normally me) who split it cause she can cut you with her tongue better then most men could do with a sword.
But thats my mother a real Irish battle axe (as if she would need one most men would hide in the corner like mice at the sound of her shouts). In fact believe it is not a well known fact that up til I was thirteen I thought my middle name was Jackass,
Now I know better for now I have realized it is clearly you!
Yes you! with an exclamation point.
"Hey you! bring me that hammer" My father would often cry
"Ow me toe." I would shout back because unfortunately for my toe gravity usually grabbed the hammer first and brought its wrath upon me
"Can you! do nothing right" He would reply
To which I would say this “Apparently Physics has declared I can’t for it insists on smacking my poor feet with your bloody hammers.”
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