Who Needs A... ?

Ok, I really do not need a man around to fix things or put things together. But a man's tools... that's a very different matter.

You know, you spend as many years married as I have and you kind of take certain things for granted. For instance; you need to put together a stereo. You need to strip the little wires in order to plug them into the back of the speakers and the receiver. But you know what my handy-dandy little tool box doesn't have? Wire strippers. (This must be an oversight on my part because it's a pretty well-stocked little tool box.) Over the years past this would not have been a problem. If I couldn't find it in my tool box it was probably available in my husband's.

But now that Jane's Trip is a solo gig, options have changed. Welcome the ever-present, multi-usage, kitchen scissors. I have been fierce in their protection over the past couple of years. They have been pressed into services during that time for which they were never intended. Adolescents have tried to abduct them, abandon them, destroy them, all to no avail. They cut absolutely anything and never seem to dull. Bought 'em for a buck.

So now, the wires are stripped and thanks to the tool boxes of good men (thanks B) they are not laying all over the floor tripping me up. Jane's Trip is now set for sound...