Things must happen in threes...and I am waiting on the third....
First, my lightning's battery took a complete dump on me at a gas station. No warning or anything. My truck acted like it was possessed.
I drove to my family's house to work on my mustang for the first time in a while. First day of working...no mishaps. The work actually went very smoothly. Second day, I get up, and start drilling out spot welds in the engine bay. I thought to myself...damn, i need to go get shoes on. So, I hop out of the engine bay to go get some shoes. As I do, my foot gets caught on a piece of loose metal and 'scratches' it. Or so I thought...I landed on the ground and looked down and have never seen a pool of blood that big before. I collapsed and squeezed my wound on my foot back together and called for some help. As soon as my father came to the door, all I could say was....I need gauze and take me to the hospital. They knew something was wrong then because I NEVER go to the hospital. Bandaged myself up...went to the ER.
7 stitches later from the HOTTEST...MOST HOTTTETEST DOCTOR that I have ever seen (me, of course, covered in sweat, and grime, no teeth brushed, no BO juice) I was ready to go. The assistant wasnt bad either.
So....now I am stuck 3 hours from home because the doc said I couldnt drive.
good times working on the car.
First, my lightning's battery took a complete dump on me at a gas station. No warning or anything. My truck acted like it was possessed.
I drove to my family's house to work on my mustang for the first time in a while. First day of working...no mishaps. The work actually went very smoothly. Second day, I get up, and start drilling out spot welds in the engine bay. I thought to myself...damn, i need to go get shoes on. So, I hop out of the engine bay to go get some shoes. As I do, my foot gets caught on a piece of loose metal and 'scratches' it. Or so I thought...I landed on the ground and looked down and have never seen a pool of blood that big before. I collapsed and squeezed my wound on my foot back together and called for some help. As soon as my father came to the door, all I could say was....I need gauze and take me to the hospital. They knew something was wrong then because I NEVER go to the hospital. Bandaged myself up...went to the ER.
7 stitches later from the HOTTEST...MOST HOTTTETEST DOCTOR that I have ever seen (me, of course, covered in sweat, and grime, no teeth brushed, no BO juice) I was ready to go. The assistant wasnt bad either.
So....now I am stuck 3 hours from home because the doc said I couldnt drive.
good times working on the car.

with the most inviting smile (and deep vee-necked scrub tops); made me forget that she was married to some big honkin' Marine from Georgia.
Knocks the poor girl clean off her stool and into the wall

