So, where the hell have I been, eh? My apologies. I've been a bit busy.
Without a lot to say. I guess there hasn't been anyone to piss me off lately! That can't be right, I can always find time to bitch!
Tonight my husband came home and asked "How good of a day did you have?" Not, "Did you have a good day?", which in my mind is a completely different question. Anyway the convo went a little something like this...
Me: What did you do?
Him: I'm just asking!
Me: No, seriously. What did you do?
Him: Let's just say an opportunity arose today.
Me: What did you do? (Do you see the pattern?)
Him: Bought a dump truck.
Me: It better have Tonka on the side of it and can be pushed by hand.
It doesn't and it can't. He honest to God bought a freaking dump truck. Why? Not a clue. We don't need a dump truck, we have pickups, pickup box trailers an enclosed trailer and flatbed trailer.
For the love of all that is Holy...we do not need a dump truck!
Yet, we now own one. What goes through their minds? Anyone have any insight out there you can pass along?