Babycakes and I made the leap from middle class to obscure Georgia county yesterday evening. I’ve already had to take the two front tires of my lawn tractor to the shop because the valve stems had rotted and were snapping off. A more clever person might have thought to inspect the back tires at that time too. I would not be that clever. “Hey honey pie…weren’t you just here?” “Yesssssss… (inward roar)
And so I discovered more tire flatness when I went out to mow yesterday and this is the very sad solution for having to remove the back tires for repair.
There’s nothing like scrambling around the garage for scraps so the beast doesn’t fall onto your foot. I think the artistic balance we've achieved with cinder blocks and old shelving puts Cirque du Soleil to shame. We can at least take comfort in the fact that this isn’t on our front lawn beside a La-Z-Boy and a bloodhound named General Lee. The worst part of all this is that the counter person at the shop is starting to recognize me. *sigh*
“Hey honey pie…weren’t you just here?”
“Yesssssss… (inward roar)
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