Five hours and counting \u2018till my daughter\u2019s wedding, and here I was with black stained fingertips. I\u2019d like to blame my wife for giving me wimpy polishing rags, but hey, I\u2019m a grown man. So now my packer boots looked good for a cowboy wedding, and my fingers looked like a 5 yr. old in paint class.<\/p>\n
How many types of solvent do you think I have at my house, not including the 95 octane can of gasoline? 5. Plus 2 kinds of dish soap, 3 types of bar soap (including a walnut sized blob of \u201cGrandpa\u2019s Old Fashioned Bar Soap\u201d.)<\/p>\n
Nylon brushes. wash clothes. Dirt. Anything abrasive short of the 40 grit sanding belt, and don\u2019t think that it didn\u2019t enter my mind.<\/p>\n
By the time I was done, My hands had pale grey fingertips, and I could have slid my hands into a ladies size medium opera glove. I began practicing marching down the aisle with clenched fists. Not exactly the image I wanted to portray.<\/p>\n
Somehow, like at all weddings, it came together at the last second. Next time I\u2019ll polish my boots with black Magic Markers\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Five hours and counting \u2018till my daughter\u2019s wedding, and here I was with black stained fingertips. I\u2019d like to blame my wife for giving me wimpy polishing rags, but hey, I\u2019m a grown man. So now my packer boots looked … Continue reading