Well, I was always threatened with getting rid of the stove completely.
The honey wanted another comfortable place to sit.
Aren't those cans heavy? Oh yeah, just ROLL them.
In my case, this involves planning re: garbage day.
I have to actually get dressed. OR...wait until dark so I can wear my nightgown.
Then I have to hit that garage door opener, yes, the one where ASTRONAUTS can see in my garage, wearing a pretty tattered nightgown.
It does that auto-shut-off just as I make it back into the garage, so I can't forget my flashlight. I don't wanna fall, yanno?
Now, if I fall on my hiney, that's ok. I am sort of "cushioned up" there.
I have never broken a bone. Can you believe that?
I have also never gotten a speeding ticket, and only got a friggin parking ticket 2 1/2 years go. I was taking the honey to the doc to get the handicap tag form filled out by the doctor! I get a parking ticket for parking in "handicapped" when I was going to get the paper signed!
Another one of those "this could only happen to me."
Oh, sigh.
If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.
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