I was worried about the rabbits
truly the only innocent victims in all this
Worked all day and about to start work again now, but managed to sneak in a couple of hours before dinner. The patch is in on the rubrail. It creates a couple of extremely subtle flat spots which I think I can remove with careful planing, filling, and sanding. Very annoying though. Anyway...
Also getting the rear seat bulkhead arranged. I honestly can't remember if the plans call for the cleats or not but I think it'll just be easier this way. And the only way to find out if they're in the plans would be to read them, and that's CRAZY.
Also featured in pic 1: a common drink at the Cracked Ribs city dwelling, the Popeye Michelada. The recipe goes like this:
Pint glass rimmed with bacon salt
1 lime
2 dashes worcestershire
1 tsp chili powder
3 tbsp sriracha
1 Modelo
fill with clamato
I created this variant myself, but it wasn't until tonight that I named it the Popeye Michelada. To get the full effect, you take the sriracha out of the fridge and set it on the counter next to the stove where your wife is making dinner. Then you get the rest of the ingredients together, and when you are about to put the sriracha in, you shake it up and then get distracted by something and open it right in front of one of your eyes. The temperature change will have pressurized the bottle and blast sriracha sauce into your eye, thereby giving you a distinctive, one-eyed glare. Sailor-grade swearing is optional but recommended.