My Furlough Friday got thrown out of whack this week due to important meetings I needed to participate in. I first learned about a meeting I had to attend on Friday, so I thought - no big deal, I'll just do my Furlough day on Thursday. Then Wednesday evening I got a call telling me I needed to be at a meeting Thursday morning. So, long story short, I worked 4 hours (that I'll confess to) on Thursday, and 4 hours (that I'll confess to) on Friday. Total gas savings by not having to go into work one day a week? Do the math.
(see the update with pictures here). That allowed me time to cut out the Adirondacks that I had drawn out prior to the Cornhole project taking over.
Minwax pre-stain preparation, I was really pleased with how these chairs look.
In other news... Am I the only person who gets tired of people parking like idiots and/or leaving shopping carts in parking spots rather than taking them to the little cart corral? On Saturday, we had to run into San Antonio to get some chemicals for the jacuzzi. I had already emptied it before I realized I was out of some stuff.
Anyway, the first thing that happened was that this big truck pulled in next to me as I was pulling out of the parking spot when Eva remembered I needed to grab a rebate coupon for some of the stuff I bought.
Ace, whichever), and some complete jerk just parked his truck in the road. I was standing in line at the register and did not see who it was, but several other people in line were all looking at each other with that strange blinking eye routine as if to say, "is this happening?" I didn't stay around to see who the culprit was, but I did watch the news to see if a small town posse had shot and/or whipped the guy's ass. No such information on that evening newscast.
Why are people so lazy and such assholes? We had to run into Lowe's to grab one little item so I was going to park, and let Eva sit there and gab on the phone while I ran in. The parking lot was crowded but I could see open spaces so I would pull down the first aisle, and the first open space I saw, some jerk had parked over the line. So I see another, go down the next aisle, and someone has left a shopping cart in the empty space. This same thing goes on until I finally give up and park half way across the parking lot from where I started. The only consolation was that there were no obvious discarded poopy diapers littering my path to the entrance of the store.
Have I become that cranky old guy who just needs to stay at home and build chairs?