Why only seventeen? Because we’re too busy with the airplane project to come up with three more!
Hope you enjoy the chuckles… and hope they don’t hit too close to home!
When your wife says your son was caught with dope and you get excited and run to the garage and turn on the lights.
When your new $25,000 truck sits outside in the snow while you protect $800 worth of wood and metal in the garage as you procratinate in building one of your wings.
When you don’t understand why your wife is mad at you for using the master bath shower stall as a spray booth — I mean, those parts aren’t going to zinc chromate themselves!
When you’ll spend $400 on gas, three days on the road, and 30 hours sifting through a junkyard in Wyoming in the middle of winter to find three good turbocharger cores, but can’t stand waiting for more than 5 minutes holding a purse outside the dressing room at Macys
When the local stray cat goes missing, but weeks later you find him after “smelling” something in the backyard — and it take 6 hours and a 12 pack to extricate him from the pile of parts in the yard.
When you go to an airplane museum for fun and end up needing to rent a trailer to come home.
When your idea of interior design is mounting pieces of battered metal “scored” from your wreckchaser friend on the walls, and you show your wife in all seriousness that Moto Art website when she says she wants a new dining room table.
When more than 20% of your home “junk drawer” in the kitchen contains either broken clecos, AN bolts, or odd shaped hydraulic fittings.
When Lava soap replaces that Aloe and Shea Butter pump soap at your kitchen sink.
When the stack of Aircraft Spruce catalogs, Trade-a-Planes, and EAA Magazines in your bathroom is declared a piece of furniture.
When you’ve got a half-finished deck and patio out back, two-thirds of your house has been covered in Tyveck wrap for a year, and the shed out back still has a roof covered in a blue tarp, but you pride yourself in engineering and constructing a wooden rib and longeron steamer in two weekends.
When the yearly tax-return in April always seems to vanish in May when the local “fly market” happens at the local airport — I mean, where else are you going to find those fairings for that Navion you may eventually buy when the kids graduate from college?
When you are the only family for at least 400 miles that has a microfilm reader on the bureau in your bedroom.
When you become insanely jealous and wish YOU had a dry lakebed where you could horde cool stray castoff projects.
When your shop vac gets more use than the Hoover in the hall closet does.
When your digital camera has taken only about a dozen photos of your kids playing teeball, but is credited with 2000+ photos documenting your project.
When you can’t hide your stray fingernail clippings in the carpet because they are all stained black from your overzealous usage of the parts cleaner.
and that’s it! Seek help now if any of these apply…