Ah, the joys of doctors. My husband refused to be in the medical clinic when I had mine. He went to Best Buy... well, he tried to. They were closed. Haha.
He's such a wimp about things.
I did my weekly check on Ecas. No change. Boo. I guess I should email them soon to confirm they got my new IMM 5669, since yours truly can't check off boxes correctly to save her life........... tra la la la.
Krista, my dad is insane....... On the right side, you can kind of see the white plant. It's a decorative foliage plant, with white leaves. My dad came inside one day and said, "Hey, I think the plant has mildew growing on it."
/facedesk........... My husband now calls them "mildew plants" and offers to buy me one EVERY SINGLE TIME we buy plants.
Or my father, who doesn't believe women can a) drive; b) fix cars; c) operate tools; d) do anything remotely useful other than cook, clean, and have babies - asked me one day to help him clean out his garage. He actually asked all of us living at home. My brothers had other plans (hanging out with friends) and said no. I said okay.
I sold Tools for 7 months at my previous job. In fact, I did such a GOOD job, my district manager gave up on even checking on me. Not to say I'm an expert at tools, because I'm not, but I'm no dummy either.
But you know, women don't know about tools! Silly!
My dad goes to auctions and buys boxes of junk. He wanted me to help him go through one. He pulls it out. Picks up the first piece. Holds it up. "Do you have any idea what this goes to? I can't figure it out."
*crickets*
"Dad, that's the blade guard to your angle grinder."
HE DIDN'T BELIEVE ME. I had to go get the angle grinder and attach it before he realized what it was and it belonged there! Then he says, "I've been using it for months without the cover. I guess I could've cut my finger off."
"Actually, you have a grinding attachment on there right now. It won't cut your finger off. It will sand your finger down to the bone, then sand your bone away."
Dad looked at me funny. Then he holds up a brand new, in the box, wire wheel for a bench grinder. "Hey, can you replace the wheels on my bench grinder?"
Sigh. Yes, I can.............
I was also the only child that agreed to help paint the new shed he built, in July with bugs swarming me. Dad claimed he had bug spray and collected three empty cans. Yay.
So, we're back there and I'm looking at it. It's a lean-to on a previous shed. It has a concrete slab - built quite nice actually. Much nicer than I expected my father to do. I figured John must've been in charge of construction. (My engineer brother.)
Dad walks up to me, "I bet you don't know the slope of the roof."
Me: "How wide is the shed?"
Dad: "8 feet"
Me: "4 inches."
*crickets*
Dad: "Did you measure it?"
Me: "No, you're supposed to slope 1 inch for every two feet. Same with wheelchair ramps."
Dad: "Oh, you learn a lot of neat stuff at your job."
/facedesk...... Yes, Dad, I do.
I love my dad. I really do. But he drives me INSANE.
