I needed a soldering iron for my halloween costume. So I went out and bought a soldering iron.
That night, I was preparing for the annual shrinking-of-the-house process we call “Winter”: quite a bit of furniture needs to move indoors as we close off the big room with the blue ceiling, so I was cleaning out one of the basement side rooms. Found myself sorting through a cardboard box full of random stuff that got thrown in there when we moved in five years ago, and that hasn’t been touched since.
Guess what I found at the bottom of the box?
Now if I could just find my voltmeter, I’d be all set.
(It’s going to be a good costume.)