We tried that once. We actually went there with the intent of getting the damned car back together.

However, by the time Andy cleaned off his workbench a few times (He actually VACUUMED the damned thing!!), made a large dinner for everyone, and decided that we all needed to watch a movie...

Combine that with how upsettingly ANAL he is about everything ("Did you remember to count the number of turns it took to get that bolt out?" wink )

... we got VERY little done.

Now, I'll have all kinds of time to talk about DSMs, because I won't be busy fixing mine!