As long-time readers know, I bought a workbench and a fancy schmancy toolbox a few months ago. Well, today - on a day slated to reach 102 degrees F. - I finally unpacked and assembled the workbench. That part was a bit awkward but not too challenging. Then came the time to get it turned over and upright. Mind you, it is eight feet long, the top is hardwood, and the legs and cross support are steel. It took all my size and leverage to do it, but it is now in place. One more corner of the garage taken from chaos to a semblance of order.
Here it is, ladies and gentlemen, critters and friends.
Oh, the starting point today is that this corner was full of cardboard that needed to be recycled, so I had to cut up boxes until my recycling bin is full and then I could unpack this puppy.
Is this tool box one sexy beast or what?
Before you get too impressed with all that shiny black and chrome, you should know that it comes with a flannel-lined cosy.
I remember when the most macho men in West Hollywood all wore flannel shirts. There's an analogy in there somewhere. *snerk*
Time to run off to a dinner party. Laterz!