We’re more or less rolling in tools– it’s really nothing short of amazing how Scott manages to come up with them. You can ask for some weird-ass thing, an etzbah ruler, and he’ll eagerly whip it off of some multi-tool on his belt. I can’t tell you how much I love this. But somewhere he’s got a damned tool to measure how much.

But one thing we didn’t have was this framing nailgun, which is as badass as it looks. Now, when we talk about wanting your crap, we’re really talking about crap you have no use for. And a nailgun seems awfully useful, and not at all crappy. But I suppose when the giver is your own mother, you don’t say no. And if you’ve ever tried to say no to my mother, you’d know this. Thank you mammi.

Distance traveled: a thousand miles
How it got here: we brought it up ourselves when we went to visit my family for Christmas. It rode in the back of the truck along with the thousands of other pieces of crap my mother plied on us.

Note to my mother: I’m just kidding! It’s a joke! We love every last thing you gave us and consider none of it crap! And while the fact that I have to joke about it is surely a sign of a deep and inherent insecurity on my part, please don’t think that my neurosis is a reflection of your parenting abilities. It has NOTHING TO DO with all those times you told me I wasn’t funny. (You see? That’s a joke too! Thank you for all the crap xoxoxoxo)