Yes, you read the post title correctly. This post is about my hammer. When I was a teenager my nickname (the only one I will tell you about) was Tool Girl. I was the one who would use the screw driver to help dad. To this day I love using tools, and it really irks me to have to search for a hammer. So, a couple years ago I got Tim to buy me a nice hammer. W got I at Lowe's, and I adore it. it is just a plain, normal hammer.... definitely not the pink girly kind.
So I put my hammer and my box of nails safely where I can always find them. I am those who hangs pictures around here, so my beautiful hammer and nails get lots of use.
Well today Tim needed a hammer. He borrowed mine.... without asking. And as I saw him walking out the back door with it, I heard this come out of my mouth:
"Tim, please don't get my hammer dirty. And PLEASE don't put it down on the concrete where it will get scratched."
He asked me if I knew that my hammer is, really, just a hammer. And it is whatever brand it is, made to get banged up!
I do know that. But it is my hammer, and I love my hammer, and I don't want it dirty or scratched.
Lol. Sometimes I can't believe how weird I am.
I sure hope he wipes it off nicely, since he did put it down in the mud, and puts it back nicely in the safe place I keep it. I am truly unbelievable.