Babs, RD always had a "wiring harness"... previously it was like 3 or 4 that were all bitched together.
Dylan, screw menopause... I'm gonna hand her a dimebag or a dildo.
AND TOOLS??? Wrong drill bit for the job???

I cringe when I come home and see the garage door open.

Her favorite is using my sheet metal snips for cutting flowers, and if I see a hammer laying on the kitchen counter or on the steps the first thing I reach for is a trowel, a razor knife, my scrap drywall in the garage and some plaster.

I try not to act as if I'm asking her "
WHAT DID YOU DO???" but it never works.
She did me the favor of cutting the grass once (before I forbade her from doing it again). The next week when I went to cut it, I noticed where the rear fender was all caved in and twisted, and conveniently hidden from plain sight underneath some well placed boxes and newspapers. I asked if she knew what happened and she played innocent... until I got to the deck and it had a huge swath of red paint chips all over it. I brought her out and showed her and asked her again if she knew what happened at which point she laughed to the point of almost pissing herself and walked away. I was like... "Oh damn!

". I got a hummer out of it, but somehow don't feel like I got a fair shake in the deal.