HAPPY EASTER BUNNY!
My baby boy, all 6'2" of him, is in the shower getting ready to go to
church. It's his first Easter Sunday service as a Christian.
It's a work in progress...
He was trying to get the water temperature regulated in order to take a
shower. We heard a lot of banging and stomping noises. Then the bathroom
door opened...
"Are you ok Gord?"
"YES" through gritted teeth.
"I thought maybe you'd fallen down in the shower."
"Well, no, but our water temperature options today are EFFING HOT OR EFFING
COLD!!!!"
(my kids aren't allowed to actually say the EFF word around me, so when very
agitated, they say EFFING which isn't much better but it's not actually
swearing....)
So I go in and fix the water, thinking 'boy, you'd better pay attention in
effing church this morning...'
Yesterday BL and I bought a new BBQ, to replace the old one that died a
horrible death the day before we moved here. We had BBQ steak last night for
supper. OH MY GOD I've missed having a backyard crematorium!
On Tuesday, we got the 'rad hose' on the car fixed. It's been pissing
antifreeze out at an alarming rate for the past week or 2. Found out the
'rad hose' was actually a BLOWN WATER PUMP! Yeah. Fun. Anyway, when the
mechanics had our car, we forgot to mention to them not to roll down the
windows, because the 15 year old power windows in our car are too ancient to
get a window all the way back up if it gets rolled down too far.
You know where this is going...don't you....
Today I'm going to take my car door apart and just jam the window back up. I
don't know if I can make it stay, but I'll try. Besides, Erin is going to be
helping me, and I want to make sure she has a good base of foul language in
her vocabulary. She helped me put the BBQ together yesterday, and I didn't
even lose my cool once! No bad words were said. Even though I wanted a smoke
so bad I could have lit up a rolled up newspaper.
And so my friends, today, if you look to the north and see a mushroom
cloud just past Montana...and faintly hear screaming and something that
sounds like a foreign language in the distance, you'll know the door isn't
cooperating and Erin is in therapy.
:P
Alex....Mr Handyman.
church. It's his first Easter Sunday service as a Christian.
It's a work in progress...
He was trying to get the water temperature regulated in order to take a
shower. We heard a lot of banging and stomping noises. Then the bathroom
door opened...
"Are you ok Gord?"
"YES" through gritted teeth.
"I thought maybe you'd fallen down in the shower."
"Well, no, but our water temperature options today are EFFING HOT OR EFFING
COLD!!!!"
(my kids aren't allowed to actually say the EFF word around me, so when very
agitated, they say EFFING which isn't much better but it's not actually
swearing....)
So I go in and fix the water, thinking 'boy, you'd better pay attention in
effing church this morning...'
Yesterday BL and I bought a new BBQ, to replace the old one that died a
horrible death the day before we moved here. We had BBQ steak last night for
supper. OH MY GOD I've missed having a backyard crematorium!
On Tuesday, we got the 'rad hose' on the car fixed. It's been pissing
antifreeze out at an alarming rate for the past week or 2. Found out the
'rad hose' was actually a BLOWN WATER PUMP! Yeah. Fun. Anyway, when the
mechanics had our car, we forgot to mention to them not to roll down the
windows, because the 15 year old power windows in our car are too ancient to
get a window all the way back up if it gets rolled down too far.
You know where this is going...don't you....
Today I'm going to take my car door apart and just jam the window back up. I
don't know if I can make it stay, but I'll try. Besides, Erin is going to be
helping me, and I want to make sure she has a good base of foul language in
her vocabulary. She helped me put the BBQ together yesterday, and I didn't
even lose my cool once! No bad words were said. Even though I wanted a smoke
so bad I could have lit up a rolled up newspaper.
And so my friends, today, if you look to the north and see a mushroom
cloud just past Montana...and faintly hear screaming and something that
sounds like a foreign language in the distance, you'll know the door isn't
cooperating and Erin is in therapy.
:P
Alex....Mr Handyman.