The heavy cracking and snapping of struts, the sharp smell of fresh wood wounds, the aroma of sawdust, the feel of rough wood edges and hot metal screws fresh from the woody abattoir of your wrath...these are a few of my favourite things.
In other news, we got a small set of upright drawers for Di's clothes, and we no longer have the huge, heavy wood dresser that takes up so much damn space...heh, heh. The dumpster here at the apartment complex says "no furniture", but I see it in there all the time, anyway...so I think Di and are are going to make a lightning-fast, ninja-like raid on the dumpster tonight to rid ourselves of the bodies...I mean pieces of the dresser.
In fact, I think we'll actually dress as ninjas when we do it.
