Husband.  Hard work.  And humiliation.
March 13, 2009

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One morning rather recently, my car refused to start.  It hesitated, like by turning the key we were presenting it with options and not DEMANDS, and then it decided EH, WHY BOTHER, I’M STILL SLEEPY.  And I stood there and said look, Honda, I know, it’s cold outside and I’m sleepy too, but DAMN IT, you only have to work one hour a day SO SUCK IT UP.

My car did not like my tone.

Which is how it happened that on a warm, sunny afternoon last weekend, my personal mechanic husband found himself elbow-deep in gunk and grease and questions from his bothersome precious wife.  In the end, he was able to make the car run again.  What was the problem? you ask.  Er, well.  Um.  Hm.  I don’t know how to put this, so I’m just gonna whisper it real fast and real quiet.


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  1. By SAJ on March 13, 2009

    hee!  Been there, done that.





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