I had it the other day. I used it to pry up tread covers. I had it in my hand Saturday and this morning? So missing.
I don't mind having multiple pliers. Or even having 2 hammers (they are different weights). Extra screwdrivers are a good thing. But I refuse to buy a second crowbar.
Holy carp, losing a CROWBAR? in a 1200 sf condo? I know I either leaned it against something or put it down someplace where it couldn't fall over and go bang and now it's just missing (and I may have just remembered where - since I brought in a box from Mark & Liana's house Saturday night ....)
In other notes, prep on the second flight? Every single staple came out - only two broke and had to be yanked with vise grips. No countersinking. Karmic payback for Saturday? Or will section 3 break my heart as I get overconfident? Perhaps it's the blood sacrifice. I knocked my head on one of the newel posts and have a 1/4 inch cut on my forehead. Section 2 is ready for taping - section one was sanded, wiped and got the second coat of varnish. Taping on section 2 begins this evening.
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I lost my ironing board once. No great loss.
Iron? What iron? That's about how I feel, although I have to say that since I found an ironing board that was designed to go a few inches higher for the taller folk like me, I haven't minded it quite o much.
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