How far do you think I drove before I realized The Guy had draped the eco-friendly shopping bag over the wing mirror? The shopping bag I had spent 10 minutes looking for inside the car before I gave up? Let's just say the car is black, the bag is black and the I didn't generate enough speed to make it fly until I'd left the Incorporated Village.
Message to The Guy: Honey, how much extra effort could it take to open the car door and throw the bag inside? It's not like we lock the Beach Car anyway. Grrrr.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
My Random Life
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4 comments:
cool! can you let us know wehen the house in unlocked and when you will be out as well? I shall wear my striped t-shirt and beret special?
First you have to get past the marauding cats and fierce guard dogs!
LOL!!! Men were created to test our patience.
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