The Land of Race Car Ya-Yas

I was cutting grass this afternoon when the lawn mower ran out of gas. I actually turned it off just before it sputtered out. I walked back to the garage, grabbed the gas can, walked across the yard and filled up. Then I took the can back to the edge of the house because, frankly, I’d wasted enough time with the back and forth and decided that I really needed a pit crew.

When I got done with the cutting, the putting away of the lawn mower and gas can, I grabbed a Coke (have had a low-grade headache all day and am hoping the caffeine will finally kill it). When I got upstairs, I paused in the better-half’s office and told him that my pit crew was worthless. He asked me what happened and I described how I pulled into the pit and no one was around. I had to run across the track and get my own gas. He laughed and said I should fire that pit crew because they were no damn good.

This, my friends, is the secret to my marriage. Insanity runs deep.

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1 Response to The Land of Race Car Ya-Yas

  1. Liz says:

    Mowing the grass probably didn’t help with that headache. I mowed today too (both riders are dead so I had to do it the old-fashioned way) and I’ve felt a little off since. Plus those acorns shooting everywhere are deadly! I got hit smack in the chest and thank goodness I had on thoses sexy safety goggles!

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