I tell ya.
A buncha things will have to happen or It'll take me forever to get the car done this time around. Seems that Sunday's are the only day that I'm gonna be able to count on as an "off" day. It never fails, Monday ( also supposed to be a day off) always seems to get corrupted. Now, I've managed to get roped in to taking a TV off of a wall in a old customer house, then I've gotta go into work, and deliver a car to a customer that bought yesterday.
Today I kinda keep open for "her". I do have these few hours in the AM before she's up and around, but I'm too Crotchedy feeling at 7 am to wanna go downstairs and lay under a car. ( anymore)
The upstairs garage door opener decided to take a sht last night and stopped working. It just whirs up there.
I don't have to fix that..we have a HO warranty that will, but it'll still cost 75.00 for the service call. And that means I'll have manually open and close that btch until they get a guy out here, and even after all of that, it may boil down to paying 75 bucks to find out that a set screw is loose on the shaft that spins the drive gear. ( if there is a set screw)
I've gotta drain the stupid pool filtration junk so water won't freeze in the pump and filter..,that means I remove two whole drain plugs, and walk away. Almost the same as not having to work on it.
Lights are out, towel rods are loose, showers dripping,...blah-blah-blah.
Even if nothing needed doing there's still the fact that I get to hang out with this hottie...who at 55, is still damn good looking.
( and that's not just my desperate old assed standard for women who find me attractive talking here..people wonder all of the time what I did to deserve her)
But that's just me being thankful in the month to give thanks.
It's also the month I was born in, and that great day looms ahead. Again, she asks what I want for my birthday.....
"Wheels baby,....I want wheels".
"How much are they" she asks...."Oh nooo, not "they",
it " I reply.
"What the hell does that mean?" she asks.
"You can only afford one" I said, " they're stupid expensive".
"What exactly does "stupid expensive" mean" she asks..
"400 bucks?" I test.
"You're right, Only you're the stupid part if you think I'm buying one wheel that cost 400.00, matter of fact, you're stupid for even suggesting anything that cost 400 for your birthday."
But they're gonna happen one way or the other...it's a Monster Mandate.