Last night Mrs S had a first aid meritbadge class at our house. This event was not cleared with me.. like she would anyway. But imagine my surprise to find 12 12 year old kids in my garage at 6:30. Giggs, my crabby dog had bit one.. and Mrs S was a bit upset. “Well, now you have some real life experience for your little first aid gang, I’m outtie”. And I got in the car and drove to the bookstore where I could hang out for a couple hours.
I got back at 9, and the little monsters were STILL in my garage. As was my wife who shot me one of her now famous “LOOKS”. Ever since I had my vasectomy 10 years go the power of the “look” has seriously diminished. She missed anyway, hit the Sthil Tool Calendar behind me causing it to burst into flames. No biggie it was form 2002 and I’d long since memorized all the days of the week and the names of the months.
This morning, in a magnanimous display of love and helping the family and all that, I took out the trash. Which.. ain’t my job.. for that alone I should be rewarded. Walking outside I discovered that the trash can is missing.
I honestly never lost a trashcan before so I was a bit befuddled. Turns out the can was in the nextdoor neighbors yard.. a about 50 yards from where it usually sits. The neighbors are on vacation. The can, well it now has a 200 foot exclusion zone around it it stinks so bad. Who’d a thunk that four chicken legs could smell that awful.
The good news, my car is back to it’s normal smell… stale fat guy.