Monday, June 23, 2008
Last night I was eyeing the john boat that has been under the office porch for about ten years now. I wondered out-loud if I drug it to the top of the shop yard, if someone would haul it off. The husband had a mild "conniption fit". He replied, " Heck yeah they would haul it off, and laugh the whole way." (Thank you Napoleon Dynamite) "Why?" I asked. "Aluminum is sky-high right now! You'd get a pretty penny for that at the scrap yard." "What are we waiting for... load it up!" I replied. I got "the look". You know, the I-am-harvesting-wheat-need-to-finish-planting-soybeans-the-washing-machine-is-broken-its-time-to-change-the-oil-in-the-Suburban-combine-is-not-chopping-well-praying-for-a-drop-of-rain-in-the-near-future-need-to-fix-the-ceiling-fan-in-the-playroom-hope-I-get-done-in-time-for-the-beach-trip look. "I didn't mean RIGHT NOW", I quickly added.