Incessant Chatterings of Yours Truly

Diem was talking about one of my coworkers as he drove away, because he was holding his wrist in a very feminine manner.

 Diem: "What, does he have a broken wrist or something? I can't even get my wrist to tilt at that angle!"
 Abel: "He's a little teapot...I'm a little teapot, put it in my butt."
 Diem: "I'm a little teapot, I like tea bags...put your balls in my mouth. No more metaphors, just do it. Awl-lauwl-lauwl-lauwl..."
Abel: "Yes. That is exactly how that goes."

While speaking to Diem about one of my coworkers:

Abel: She's really great at keeping conversations going. She switches topics a lot and it just keeps it rolling.
Diem: ... ...heee. She kept talking in one long incredibly unbroken sentence moving from topic to topic it was really quite hypnotic.
Abel: Hah! Whoa, whoa, whoa! I didn't say that! I said she kept conversations going!
Diem: This is a case of what Abel said and what Diem understood.
Abel: Our relationship revolves around situations like this, doesn't it? I say something and your mind goes through its inner catalogue of movies and internet memes to try to find a sentence or a word or /something/ that might kind of sort of perhaps possibly relate to what I just said, and then your mind tries to re-explain the entire conversation to you, using said movie or meme.
Diem: Pretty much. 'This has three matching words!'
Abel: Clippy pops up or something.
Diem: 'I noticed you're trying to have a conversation! Does this help?' No, not really, but it's funny so I'm going to say it anyway.
Abel: 'I noticed you're trying to understand your girlfriend. Does this help?' No, but then again, nothing does, so let's try it.

So, now that the holidays are officially over and Bear is taking down his holiday lights, Diem obviously needs something else to occupy his time. Because he is a bubbling crock pot of masculinity and must get those urges out in some manner, lest he explode!

But in all seriousness, Diem found the perfect project for us.

One day, driving into our parking lot, there was this sad little table sitting on the corner in front of the office. It was obviously abandoned to whoever would give it a home, but due to some rough handling, upon further examination, it proved to be missing a large middle portion where (presumably) a piece of glass sat. Two days in the hot Nevada sun and being handled with life, the varnish was peeling, it was rather rough and the little wheels underneath it were busted off.

POOR TABLE!

Well, our little apartment is rather full, especially with the inclusion of our friend Brian's ferrets; The Great JinJin Tititi Hoo Choo, Private Citizen and Baron Reginald Von Ziggenfaust III. Who we adore and our cat abhors. REGARDLESS! Of course we take this little table into our home and decide that we're going to fix it.

Not only are we going to fix it. We are going to improve it! BOOYAH!

But, first things first, we need to get the remnants of that varnish off of it.

So, we talk to our lovely Julie to see if she has a power sander. No such luck (But a great thing to keep in mind for her birthday). Lo and behold, though! Bear has not one, but two of them, so we can work on it in tandem.

Bear. My Hero.

The following is a visual representation of our struggle sanding down this table.



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After


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I felt so bad for our neighbors, but oh well! It's finished now! At least all the noisy parts are. We decided not to sand down the middle part just because it would take entirely too much time and effort and it wasn't in that bad a shape to begin with. Everything else is getting a rehaul, though!

Diem felt incredibly manly. Earlier in the day he went over to Dix's house and helped fix his bed. Then got to come home and play with power tools with me! YAY!

Next step: stain, varnish and paint. We discovered that the edge of the bottom piece had a wood-grain sticker on it and has some composite board beneath it. UGH! So we're going to paint it. It's just the edge. It's okay. It'll be fun!

-Abel