Man, that song has been in my head for DAYS. I blame Jacky. He used to be obsessed with a spoon, but now it's all about his hammer. Gotta have the hammer!
A few years ago, I lamented that I didn't have any hobbies. I worked. Now, with a new home and nascent garden, cooking exploits, adorable kiddo and husband to keep me, well, busy... I can't imagine such a condition. I still work some, but my free-time 'want to-do' list is long and that makes me happy. I'm a chronicler by nature, and this blog is my space for sharing thoughts, tastes and ideas. Let me know what you think!
PLEASE HAMMER, DON'T HURT 'EM!
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If only he had some sweet low-crotch baggy hammer pants. Watch out!
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