Biscuits And Gravy

For some time now, I’ve felt as if something has been missing from my life. It’s just seemed like there’s some void that needs to be filled, a gaping chasm of nothingness threatening to swallow up my very existence. My Yin ain't got no Yang, if you will.

A lot of things have been happening lately that have caused to me to question exactly what it is that I’m doing here. Where am I now? Where do I want to be? How do I find the path that will lead me there? Questions we all ask ourselves at some point or another, often during gin-fueled benders during which the thin veneer of self-deception is stripped away, even if only for a few fleeting moments.

Not everyone can find answers to these questions. Not everyone even cares to try. I consider myself extremely fortunate, then, to have finally realized what my life is truly lacking:


Ayup, a sweet-ass biscuit joiner. Not top of the line or anything like that, but it basically functions as intended and tries not to cause trouble. No more homemade jigs for dowel holes, no more time-consuming mortise and tenons, no more tongue and groove. When I'm connecting two boards at their edges, it’s all biscuits, all the time, from here on out. Biscuits ‘n’ gravy, baby, biscuits 'n' gravy. You can color me happy.

Ok, I’m not eliminating the tongue and groove completely. Just from the wood shop …