but I disarm her objections by mentioning the "sewing needles" I used to find with my feet/toes hidden in the house carpets when she was a seamstress for a living....the chip complaints die away to a muffled grumble right away.
That's hilarious!
My shop is 100 yards away too. But chips seem to able to survive the trip. Might be my shoe sole type. I take em off too. No cow pies here but swarms of wild turkey with black gooey sticky tar like gobs everywhere. I hate them. But the rest of the bird tastes pretty good.
My bride is a seamstress too! I frequently get stabbed the same way! Your idea is BRILLIANT! I shall try that next time. I'll either survive to tell about it, or you guys will need another moderator.