Okay, so I'm sitting here staring at my lovely Mother's Day bouquet and thinking, "Couldn't they have gotten me a dremel for the price of these lovely flowers?" "Or a nice piece of armor?"
Not very motherly thinking, even for the Grandma Assassin. I guess it's just that I'm pissed that ~I~ never ( in ANY of those divorce proceedings)got cusody of ~tools~. My own fault, really, for preferring custody of stuff like stinky children and dumb dogs. NEXT TIME, I'm going for custody of the TOOLS. (I could learn to use them, yes, I could.)
So I use my anger and take a potato peeler (I always get custody of those), and I use it to enlarge the holes in my helmet so I can attach my new binocs piece. And yeah, it worked. Who needs dremels?
Now, I wonder if a steak knife would work on that Wonderflex stuff....