A different sort of FART

This weekend I had to do some work on my snow plow. It was on the lift and while welding a repair overhead, a glob of metal dropped down and hit me on the neck. I started doing the mandatory spark dance. Now back in the day a glob of hot metal like that would have continued on down to drill a small hole in my large belly. In fact, I was slapping at the spot where those sparks always landed in the past when I discovered that it didn't hurt there. That's when I realized the glob dropped clean through the front of my shirt and hit the floor. Probably not much in grand scheme of things, but I'm still feeling pretty good about it.

That is a big deal.  I bet it feels great to have those little things happen ever so often. 

Good thing it didn't land on yer unit     you would have known it then ....

The Good - No big gut sticking out The Bad -  No big dicky-doo sticking out The Ugly - Burned a hole in a $120 pair of GoldWing boots