Jeff has been buying "how to" books about welding recently. I'm not sure what to make of it. Should I be worried?
Late yesterday he asked me if I wanted to go to Barnes & Noble with him for more welding books. I declined, primarily because I was already well into the wine cabinet but also because I was afraid to find out what kind of people we'd encounter in the welding section of a bookstore.
After he went to bed last night I opened one of the books he bought because I thought may be "welding" was a metaphor for something awesome. It's not.
I don't know what kind of trouble he's stirring up this time, but I know I should be afraid. Very afraid.