"I did?" I asked, innocently sitting down on the nearest bench.
"Yes." He paused to make sure he had my attention. "Technically, I said, 'Son of a bench! Stop making these dang things!' "
"What's the difference?" I said, doubting he had used the word dang.
"The difference is, I want to get credit for a great pun!"
Credit given, IT Guy.
Here are more benches. Thanks for stopping by. Do you want sugar in your iced tea?
I can't stand it when old fence wood is thrown out. I feel compelled to make something out of such good, weathered wood, so I have a fencebench in the front yard and a fencebench in the back yard, plus I've sold a few fencebenches. (Say that word fast three times!)
This bench is a favorite, mainly because the sides are shaped like cowboy boots.
On the seat of the bootbench, I painted playing cards. My daughter, Code Girl, says I need to paint another one. I'm one short, like that's news to anyone that knows me.
For lurkers who don't read the comments, I quote from yesterday: