LOL. Fortunately the vehicle wasnt running. She did not move it. So yeah they had to do what i expected. Drop the tank and clean it out. But it took 2 days. Which drove me crazy. Because i wanted her to tow it home and take an Uber. But it was only about a grand plus hotels.
While watching hurricane coverage, I get asked "doesn't the panhandle of Florida connect to Louisiana?" 'No babe, there are two entire states between Louisiana and Florida" "OK, but they are pretty close, right?"
I stopped at a gas station that had a diesel pump this week. Just for my own sanity, I checked to see how the diesel nozzle would fit. I now have new admiration for the mental image of your wife holding the nozzle against the opening for however many gallons it took to fill the tank. Probably spilled at least half a gallon in the process.
Funnies part here is the assurance that you were prepared with a thorough yet quick rendition of why you were holding a diesel hose up to a gas port. “okay so my friend on the internet’s girlfriend…”
Adding to my wife's prestigious automotive contributions to this thread. A few weeks ago, the tail light warning popped up on the dash. She mentions it to me, and I make note. Next time I get in the car, I don't see anything, so I assume it was just an error. Fast forward to today, and she texts me, "Did you ever look at the tail light on the Volvo?". I tell her no. "Ok, well you told me 2 or 3 different times that you would look at it in the evening, or later in the weekend. The tail light is broken because somebody just brought in pieces of the tail light. That is probably why it was alerting us. Did you not look at the light when walking by?" I assume that someone backed into her. Silly me. A few hours later I walk outside and notice that there are pieces of the tail light at the end of our driveway and text her a picture of it. "It's probably from when I backed into the trash can yesterday on the way to work. It was out in the middle of the driveway. It was out in the middle of the driveway so I didn't see it when I was looking out of the mirror. Meant to tell you that you need to put those as close to the edge of the driveway as possible."
Wife is going to her first Ole Miss game this year - this somehow developed into me also having to go to a Yale game which is a complete waste of time and not exactly a nice city to stay within. Her trump card was that the mascot is a bulldog because she knows I'm an UGA (mascot) die-hard and has been resisting my efforts to purchase one since we can't get a Wallaby legally out here and eludes to potentially being ok with it. This is full on carrot-dangling and it's sadly going to work. Usual stuff in the Edwards household.
This is fantastic. Also - how fast is she backing out? I don't know if I could break the taillight on a trashcan backing out without pulling some Fast & Furious moves or something.
Am I reading this right that she smashed her tail light in your own driveway, and left the remains until someone else brought them to her?
Smashed it in our own driveway. Went to work where I guess a few other pieces came off, and one of her co workers saw the pieces on the ground and brought them in and put them on her desk.
Speaking of trash cans, nobody told me how much of my adult life would be spent managing the trash/cardboard boxes in my 4 person household.
if you figure out a way to teach your wife how to break down boxes before putting them in the recycling bin, please post to YouTube and send me the link
a fun and zany game you can play with your wife is putting all the boxes she neglected to break down on her side of the bed and then hiding under the bed. they love this.
be sure you bury you face (to muffle the giggling) because you’ll blow your cover if you aren’t careful
At a minimum the wife orders like 20 things a week and seemingly returns 19. The online clothing stores that promulgated this system with free returns and automatic deliveries have to have been a massive boon for the box manufacturing community.
I don’t have the solution to your problem. I can tell you my one daughter has been on box duty for the last 6-7 years at least. Boxes all go to the same spot for staging, pre breakdown. She’s a smart kind and all, but I have to tell her every fucking time. If you would just let it accumulate there, there would be enough to make a replica Taj Mahal before she took action. It’s like they’re missing that piece of their brain.
My wife used to at least put them on top of the recycling bin. Then it was at the door going to the garage. It has evolved to leaving boxes wherever she opens it. When I ask her to at least make it convenient for me I get a retort that she was going to but I grabbed it before she could do it (mind you, this is typically hours to 1-2 days after opening it). It’s a habit very similar to using tools and leaving them behind instead of returning them to where she found them. Apparently I’m salty.
My recycling pickup and garbage pickup are just completely opposite services. My garbage pick up will grab anything I throw out on the curb even if it’s not in the bin. Now my recycling people will not pick up anything unless it’s inside the bin. It’s crazy even if I put something on top of the bin. They aren’t getting out of the truck.
We had a $4000 situation where the box of shit that she ordered to try on and then return most of never arrived. One would think that would become an issue for the seller and the shipping company to work out amongst themselves, but one would be incorrect.
update: she’s upset with how much it cost to fix the tail light. I told her there was a solution: don’t fucking back into something and break it.
I will include a contribution from my mother in law. I’m out doing yard work, shirt completely drenched in sweat. I’m not sure if she does this to troll me because she knows I’d cut a toe off with a butter knife to get out of Florida, or what. she opens the door, and her first words are, “that cool breeze feels just wonderful!” current conditions: