We're Not Dead

I rather enjoy weekends Clay has National Guard drill. I get to zip around town at my own (fast) pace and wander up and down aisles without any regard for anyone else except ME! This morning I became very annoyed at the five + men wearing orange aprons that approached me at Home Depot asking if I needed help. Sigh. Can't a girl drool over table saws while pondering what one she will ask her husband to get her for Christmas without being bothered by salesmen? I hate the tone in which they ask if I need help; it is as if they think I am clueless about hand and power tools and need some big strong man to point me in the right direction. I am sure I am reading too much into the situation but I can't help but be annoyed. We spent last weekend cleaning out our garage and taking trips to the dump. We're almost to the point where we can begin to set up a little wood shop area; I can't wait.

On a completely different note, I can't get the following song out of my head. And you know what? I am okay with that because this song ROCKS!