The Threatdown: Bears!!
Today, right after I put Isabella down for her mid-morning nap, the repairman came to fix our sink and window. He replaced a pipe under the sink and then went to inspect the windwow. He opened it up and, without warning, started blasting parts of it away with some sort of hand-held electric sander. Please forgive me, but I know nothing of power tools and I'm sure, as many of you will undoubtedly tell me, there is no such thing as a hand-held electric sander. Know that my dearth of expertise in this area is vast and apart from possibly being able to identify a drill from a very close range I can't accurately describe any mechanical apparatus save for it's volume. This one was LOUD AS FUCK.
The noise was very harsh and grating. I fearfully glanced in the direction of my daughter who was sleeping a few feet away in the same room, but she did not even stir. In fact, she did no more than turn herself over once as the awful noise continued for nearly ten minutes causing me to wince repeatedly. The repairman left and Isabella continued her slumber for another half an hour without any sign of having been disturbed.
She is a beast.
Here is a picture to prove it:
But I love her still:
The noise was very harsh and grating. I fearfully glanced in the direction of my daughter who was sleeping a few feet away in the same room, but she did not even stir. In fact, she did no more than turn herself over once as the awful noise continued for nearly ten minutes causing me to wince repeatedly. The repairman left and Isabella continued her slumber for another half an hour without any sign of having been disturbed.
She is a beast.
Here is a picture to prove it:
But I love her still: