"What do you want to do for our anniversary?", DH asked a few days ago. Trying not to do a double-take, I responded, "Oh, I don't know .... I've not given it any thought."
So, this is what 12 years looks like?
We might visit my favorite adult attraction (Bed, Bath & Beyond) in search of a cast-iron skillet. Then again, I recall the 'spirited discussion' we got into the last time we were there: I needed a new scrubber to replace my beloved Scrub Daddy, who'd suffered a broken jaw.
Nearby, studying an array of pastel Daddy's, a young woman asked me, "Are these really good?" Lawdy! From the light in my eyes you'd think I was a time-share pitchman. Then, from the direction of my right elbow, DH felt it necessary to sound off why his brand is superior.
|Ugly, ugly ... ugly.|
Dear God, is THIS what we've become?
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Now DH might kill me, but I can 't help but share his latest cost-cutting endeavor:
It all started when the thing-a-ma-jig that holds his driver's side visor in an upright position recently broke. (Uncharacteristically) I opted for the path of least resistance: "Just take it over to the Toyota dealer and give them my card."
Nope. I didn't realize YouTube contains more hacks than old Mr. Carter has pills.
Armed with Velcro strips and zip-ties, I must say DH gave it his all. When that didn't work, he took to calling local junk yards. Call me naive, but I never would have guessed one could locate a pair of like-new visors for less than a $100! Unfortunately, theirs was a case of find-it-yourself .... and don't forget to bring your tools.
Ta-dah! He practically pranced in the door ... until I exclaimed, "WHAT happened to your brand-new shorts?" Honestly, the back looked like he'd sat in a bucket of tar.
Muttering to myself about dollars-down-the-drain, I stuck the shorts in a pail of Oxi-Clean. A few hours later, some of the pitch seemed to be loosening. I decided I'd give it another day. Or two.
(Dat's getting to be a pretty expensive pair of visors you got there.)
But wait ... there's more!
A couple of day's later I phoned from the office: "How's your day, hon?"
"Well, Don asked me to meet him at Olive Garden, but I couldn't find my keys. You want to guess where they were?"
I couldn't help erupt in a fit of giggles: "Well, I imagine they're pretty bright and shiny by now."
I totally forgot about the electronic fob thingy. No worries. We grew up in an era where manually locking and unlocking your doors was the norm.
Uh-huh... there's more!
Remember my saying, DH's hearing is rapidly deteriorating?
Before I arrived home from work, our dogs' furious barking alerted Tom someone was at the front door. Apologetically, our neighbor broke the news, "Excuse me, but your truck's alarm keeps going off." The key fob was having a stroke.
They seemed to placate the system, but not 15 minutes after I walked in the door it started bellowing again. By this time I imagined the auto repair shops had closed for the eve ... I was about to consult YouTube for a tutorial how to yank out automotive alarm wires. Either that or drive it up to the nearby fire station and beg them for help.
(I may have said something a teensy bit derogatory about bargain visors.)
Thankfully, he dissected the fob, threw away the battery ... and was able to find an inexpensive replacement online. All's well that ends well, right?
... there's more!
Riding to the grocery the other day, I went to pull down my passenger-side visor. Simultaneously, we realized the 'new' visors were installed backwards! I'd have taken a picture, but didn't want to rub salt in someone's wound. :)
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Bliss-or-miss, after 12 years I suppose there's something to be said for being able to laugh at ourselves.
Hugs from Phoenix ... and please, have a SAFE holiday weekend!
No, I wasn't able to salvage the shorts. But(!) remember the Scrub Daddy incident a few weeks ago? Waiting to check out, I noticed the young woman we'd encountered paying for a Daddy of her own. (Fist pump ... God is good!)