Today my son was sick again, so I stayed home with him and knocked out this bedside table. It's pretty basic but it'll do the job. I'll put some polyurethane on it over the weekend.Attachment 42997

I didn't make it today...Matter of fact, I didn't make it.

A couple weeks ago, me and best friend are finishing up dinner at the local Mexican joint, knocking back a few beers after dinner. The waiter comes w/the bill, we figure it out and give the waiter the amount for the bill w/a fair tip. A few minutes pass and the busboy comes by with a tray loaded with dirty dishes. We had already noticed the guy was the only busboy, and was positively working his ass off. He stopped and asked if we were done with our dishes he would go ahead and take them out of our way. When we got up to leave, my friend grabs the guy as he goes by, and lays a ten on our table, and makes eye contact w/him and taps the ten on the table, and points to him. The guy tells him (in barely understandable English) that he's just a busboy and not a waiter and he doesn't get tipped. Friend picks up the ten and w/one finger, gingerly pokes into his the guy's pants pocket, "No, you're working your ass off. This is yours, the waiter got his."

The other day we were in there again and the busboy comes up to us and tells my friend, while reaching into his pocket, "This is yours. I make for you." He had obviously practiced this phrase.

This is what he gave my friend:

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Made my friend's day. And mine, kinda.

That's really cool looking! I'd buy one for $10. Someone should teach that guy how to use Etsy.

Seriously! I love that.

Most excellent story and friend.

I love it. Curious how he made it. Parts of it are obvious, but the body looks complicated.

I've handled, fondled and seen it in person, and I can't tell how he did the body. All the ends/twists are hidden inside. I guess.

Maybe it's some kind of Mexican voodoo scorpion and he now has my buddy's soul in a jar at home?

That is extremely cool!

I like working with bell wire. It's very forgiving, very fine and malleable. I've got a pic around here somewhere of a tree I made once. Nothing as dramatic as your friend's scorpion though. That's cool.

What did I make today?
 

Breakfast.

Sausage, eggs, grits, blueberry waffles, and the biggest glass we got filled to the brim with ice cold moo juice.

Breakfast, it's what's for lunch.

A pile of saw dust
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And an admirable pile it is.:thumb:

Better than what I accomplished today ... :(

Not made yet, but started.

Got a New York Style Baked Cheesecake mix (silly, really - Mum grew up in a Jewish part of London so we know it's Jewish-style really).
Suggestion on the box to soak some sultanas in bourbon and add to the mix.
Seemed a small way to personalise it. So I bought a JD miniature. And gave it to Mum for safekeeping. I know me too well.

She handed it over yesterday and they have soaked overnight, so I'm ready to start the arduous procedure of making the mix...

Hey, when I was young and easy under the apple boughs I used to make cheesecake from scratch, soaking the gelatine and all that.
But I did it too well. People just asked where I bought it.
So no more.
Although there was one Baileys and orange one that even I swooned over.

Grav - missed your scorpion post first time round.
Absolutely marvellous.
As Foot says, love the story and love the outcome.

When I come visit, promise you'll take me there?

Well, today is obviously a tail-posting day.
Cheesecake mix in bin.
Sultanas in food recycling bin.

Turns out you need to add 300g of soft cream cheese to the mix (as well as milk & butter, which I had expected). Which makes me wonder what's in the mix to start with?!

Why in the bin though?

Because when I went into the living room and sat down all exasperated, Mum was completely steely-cold. "Well I wouldn't know, I didn't buy it" with a smug little smile. It wasn't a silly one-off comment either, she held my gaze.

So fuck her.
Like I bought it for myself or something. I'm sure I'll calm down at some point, but she was just so self-satisfied and downright nasty about it. Pleased I'd failed.

I've obviously stepped over some line somewhere today since cleaning the bathroom.
Nasty old bitch.