Spad31
Previously, on Battlestar Galactica...
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So, I'm in my garage at the workstation, completely refurbishing a 7" 90 yr old cast Iron skillet (turned out absolutely gorgeous, BTW), when my Labs go nuts.
The Fe-mail Man! Yay! Bills!
No bills. Just a box. Foreign language all over it. (French/Canadian)
Now, being the paranoid type, I xray it, had the dogs sniff it and hid behind the house while my son opened it. (You know, for safety)
Sigh. Giannilibrizzi just bombed the crap out of me with pipes, tobaccos, and other goodies!
My son is probably scarred from the blast, and one of my dogs now is deaf in one ear.
Gianni, you ROCK brother! You just wait....
-Trey
The Fe-mail Man! Yay! Bills!
No bills. Just a box. Foreign language all over it. (French/Canadian)
Now, being the paranoid type, I xray it, had the dogs sniff it and hid behind the house while my son opened it. (You know, for safety)
Sigh. Giannilibrizzi just bombed the crap out of me with pipes, tobaccos, and other goodies!
My son is probably scarred from the blast, and one of my dogs now is deaf in one ear.
Gianni, you ROCK brother! You just wait....
-Trey
