Saturday, January 21, 2006

Cardboard Warrior

Sent the wife of this morning for a massage. I do it myself usually, but the professionals ARE better. Besides, it gets her out of the house so that I can put on the maid outfit and clean the cave.

It's a messy day here in Atlanta. And while I sit here watching the 409 I sprayed on the table top, slowly attack the primordial breakfast ooze left there by the kids, I think I may begin a project I promised I'd do for my boy.

Begin making him a cardboard suit of armor. Not exactly full-plate-mail +2 mind you. But maybe along the lines of a Roman Centurion or a Greek Spartan.

I'll need to count my fingers before I begin. Could be fun. And give me a chance to recycle my christmas waste.