One time I was looking for my nice, beautiful Estwing claw hammer (locally made). It had a beautiful shiny finish, it wasn’t cheap, either.
I looked hi and low, couldn’t find it. The next Spring, I found it-out in the grass, rusted. I asked her how it ended up in the grass, I don’t remember know what she said, but she used it for something, and forgot to bring it in.
I had to look at your FR profile to see where you live. I guessed PA but I was wrong. Just another guy whose wife’s name is “her” or “she”...
I have cousins in PA who always refer to their wives as “she” and “her.” I remind them their wives have names but they’re not listening. They’re too old to change now. Their dad did the same thing with his wife, my aunt.
Had two high school friends in upstate NY who were raised in PA and they also refer to their wives the same way..
Now to the thread itself - being a female, I’ve probably said more than enough for one post...
Between 1977 and 1980 I was making a living doing marine electronics repair. No kids at the time. By 1983, I had purchased a new house and had two kids. My tools were on my bench in the garage and only used as necessary for occasional tasks. Over time, I discovered some of the contents were missing. My kids were taking tools out to neighbors houses to "fix" problems and just leaving them. I put locks on all my toolboxes to stop the loss.
“I was looking for my nice, beautiful Estwing claw hammer”
A bench-mounted wire brush will restore the finish on your Estwing. Living 200-feet from the ocean, with a mostly onshore breeze, I get to do this twice-yearly!