This would be my car.In the garage.
I have been using this tennis ball to park since we moved in FIVE years ago.
Tonight, I hear Jim outside sawing and drilling. Mind you - not mentioning to me that he would be outside sawing and drilling.
Me: watcha doin'?
J: Nothin'
I hate that look.
Me: Could you please just answer my question the first time? ( and he gets mad at the kids when he has to repeat himself)
J: I am building something.
Me: *sigh What?
J: Just something.
Me: *sigh again...more insistent now...WHAT?
J: A new parking block for the garage.
Me: That thing is not going in the garage!
So - now is the point where you assume as some point the ball must have failed us. There had to have been an incident where I hit the wall. You would think! But no - in five years, I have never hit the wall. So - then my question was - Why do we need to spend two hours rigging up something else?
Just because - we need a fail safe.
----insert laughter of several family members here-----
So now - not only do I have the tennis ball, there is now an 8 ft 6x6 bolted to the floor in the garage. Yes - I said BOLTED to the floor
Remember what I said about marriage being about tolerance??? So - if it makes him happy......
Now if he could be so passionate about finishing the lattice around the deck, we would be in great shape!
2 comments:
I'm pretty sure most people can see from the picture, that looks to be a 4x4 not a 6x6 and it looks to be 5 feet long not 8. Jeesh, don't you know nothin!!
Hold it a second, is that a new car I see?
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