Yeah, that's right. Prepare to switch that ole catch phrase from, "Poor Bob" to "Poor Crabby". You all think Bob's an angel or something but the truth is, he can get real testy.
Back in the day, when the only stove we had was a hot plate and the only furniture a bed and a tv, Bob was pretty much the family auto repairman. Everybody came to him when they had car trouble. And he usually could get just about anything running again.

One weekend I remember particularly well. He was working on our car. It was my job to sit in the car and when he called out, "Try it now," I had to turn the key and see what happened. It was a boring and thankless job. So on that day I walked over and got myself an ice cream cone to eat while I sat in there endlessly waiting to turn the key.

There I sat, licking my cone, peering down through the crack between the hood and the body of the car. Bob was so focused! Completely engrossed in car wires and doodads. Unaware of anything around him but the smell of engine grease.

I don't know why I did it. (ok. I do. I thought it would be funny as hell) I reached over and tooted the horn. He jumped like his butt had been struck by lightening thumping his head on the hood of the car with so much force the whole vehicle shook . I laughed so hard I almost wet my britches.

Out of nowhere, Bob appeared at the open door of the car. Squished the ice cream cone into my face and walked away. He ruined a perfectly good ice cream cone! And the clincher...... it ......was....CHOCOLATE!

Poor Bob? I think not.



ADDENDUM (that's a word, right?)

Justacoolcat is asking for help finding a new hair style on his blog. You all know what a caring, giving individual I am. What could I do but.....find exactly the perfect look. Is that little bow precious or what???? You know, it's the little extras that really make a do.

Labels: cars, chocolate, toot

It's official. My brain has left the building and no one seems to know when it went, or where.
Remember I told you that ever since I got the Prius I've been a victim of nasty road rage by other drivers. They would come up behind me and actually try to push me down the street. One woman in a tahoe even cut in front of me, hit her brakes real hard then sped off into the right lane to make her turn. It was the damnedest thing since I was traveling 20 miles over the limit! Saturday it was discovered (not by me) that I had accidentally set the miles on kilometers instead of miles. Meaning (I guess) when I thought I was doing 45, I was, in fact, doing 20 something. Also meaning, my car is not the speed demon I thought and possibly I could not take Bob's Porsche in a race after all. (sigh)

That brings us to the final straw. The other day I was watering the new grass seed. When I came inside I realized I was watering my bedroom also. So outside I went, turned off the sprinkler, moved it, turned it back on. Then Friday Bob did the same thing. Set the sprinkler till water was raining in through the bedroom window. I told him about his blunder and he asked, "Did you close the window?" close the window..........DOH! no. I didn't even think about it.

If you add that to the fact that I tried to back out of the garage in drive (taking out the new lawn spreader and a couple of snorkels) ....well, things start to get suspicious.

I'm requesting an all out search for my brain who has obviously taken off without me. I have .50. It's yours if you bring back the brain. I need it. I'm turning into a big boob........ I think.

Labels: big boob, cars, missing brain, shiny things, video games