Yes, we do change. after a long time of referring to it as *&^%!!, I now have gone back to simply calling it my 16 oz. hammer. The times, they do seem to change. I've never had a chance to forgive the screwdriver because right after it broke, it suddenly left by air and has been unheard from since. I hear that his fellow screwdrivers are living at the city dump. I've never bothered to go visit them. In their not too greatly missed absence, I have given a new home to a set of AMERICAN made gun screwdrivers. I'm happy. :v They're happy :v . It is a match made in Heaven. I've never gotten around to naming each one of the tips yet, I want to get to know them better first. :haha: :haha:
I don't know where I got into the habit of naming inantimate objects. Perhaps it was from my step dad. For some reason, unknown to me, he often referred to inantimate object with the name of a female sheep as in when something would roll off his workbench and he would bend over to retrieve it and say something like "Come here, ewe." I don't know why. :idunno: