My husband has a gigantic tool box, it's really like a shed on wheels. It is not at our home, but at his work. It is filled with thousands of dollars worth of tools that I probably wouldn't even be able to name. At home we have the same toolbox I bought when I was 18 in my first apartment. It's filled with a random set of tools that were collected throughout my years, and a lot of things that I also do not recognize. I find it laughable that our home collection is so sad, while I would consider him to be somewhat of a "tool man".
I got a chuckle tonight when I was in the kitchen doing some baking with the new mixer my mom bought me for Christmas.
"What, I can't turn it on?"
"No, you don't know what you're doing, why do you want to?"
"Cause I love powertools", As he finds the switch and the beaters turn.
"This is a powertool?"
"It has a motor right?"
I wonder if he will be doing the baking from now on.