I spill the beer every time I try that.

Thanks for the welcomes

Only if you were driving that little red thing, last year on Bull Rd tearing out over that little bridge over the Conewago.

Actually...I might be closer to Dover than York, but the zip code says otherwise.

Oh...I suppose this should be about me. I equals me. Yeah, I get it.
Okay...
A little under 52 years ago, my Mom surprised my Dad and he said 'Again?!!'
Too early? Let me flip ahead a few pages. Okay...chapters.
I'm a laid-back night person who likes to tinker with pet projects. I'm currently living in, and renovating a remanufactured home in a park. That's a mobile home for those who are a bit less politically correct, and a trashy trailer, or dump to those who still use more earthy, and realistic terms.
The ad (stuck to the window with duct tape) said it was a handyman special, and the one who thought up that term was being generous. It's starting to take shape, although I still have quite a way to go before I consider it done, and it will still look like a long tin box with windows in it.
The woman who'd be interested in me wouldn't be discouraged when I find yet another way to mak a mess on the kitchen table and take apart the vacuum cleaner to try to repair it or that my 'good' clothes become work clothes pretty quickly.