No, this is not an imitation of my dentist, but rather just another day of
the continuing (and dusty) kitchen renovation saga. Fun? Yeah, right. Tell
that to my sore muscles. I just live for those days when I can precariously
balance myself standing on a chair to drill for hours into a concrete ceiling
with an old drill tool that seems about as efficient as hammering a nail with
a wet fish (even if I use a bit for concrete instead of this wood bit). No,
I'm not a poor carpenter who's blaming his tools but only saying I'd rather
be taking pictures. The saga continues....
C J