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A friend of mine recently had the Big 40 birthday and he quietly made his birthday wish list known by dropping unsubtle hints about what he needed, wanted, desperately lacked, etc. All of it computer related, which was fine, everybody needs a hobby.
I'd been over to his place many times, and his system is quite impressive, but I noticed that he had done what most men will do, forgotten to make room for himself among his gadgets and possessions. There, among his expensive equipment and careful cable routing he sat perched on a threadbare, hard as rock, dilapitated little cast off bank tellers chair which he had retrieved from a dumpster back when he was eating Kraft Dinner, learning ASCII, and earning money changing ink rolls on Pitney Bowes postage meters.
If your hubby spends a lot of time in the well equipped garage or workshop, look around for examples of where he has forgotten to include himself among his prized possessions.
Examples:
He is out there listening to a tinny sounding radio with a wire coat-hanger antennae and a vise-grip tool permanently serving as a tuner control.
The workshop lacks a refrigerator.
He keeps a large piece of cardboard on hand to do: Anything. There is a piece of equipment out there that will do it better.
He has to leave the workshop to answer a phone call.
I think you get the idea.
Eric