Three years ago, in a moment of weakness, I Christmas-gifted Husband with a high speed power palm sander he'd been rubbing on himself each time we entered 'The Man Store' for a month previous.
I can't imagine what I was thinking. Whatever it was, it certianly wasn't "Gosh, I hope he doesn't use this in the kitchen. Without any prep. While I'm baking."
It should have been.
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