E: Are you going to be busy upstairs for a while?
Me: Probably, why?
E: I'm going to do one of those things that freaks you out if you see it.
Me: Like what - crack your neck?
E: I'm just going to....
Me: I don't want to know any more.
E: No no - it's nothing.
I go upstairs and revisit the entire conversation searching for something that would explain the excessive racket coming from downstairs. What is he doing? I can hear waaaaayyyy too much power tool noise and the occasional *crack* for it to be "nothing". Freaking E.
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You're killing me here! What was he doing?
I originally posted more details, but he told me it probably wasn't a good idea...
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