The Tire Kicker

You are NOT going to believe this!

Yesterday I checked my email and there was money there from soap sales!!! I know, can you even believe it! I thought a few of you cheapskates must have forked over the dough for some suds or dish rags but then I discovered it was an Etsy "Sneak Attack" and it wasn't even any of my friends that bought stuff to make me feel good, but REAL PEOPLE! No kidding! People that didn't feel obligated actually bought stuff I made : D

Wendy came out yesterday and that was fun. Since she doesn't read the blog I can tell you how excited I am that she weighs 175 pounds. I am going to do everything in my power to push her over 200 and then maybe her douchebag boyfriend won't like her anymore and dump her and then I'll sign her up with Jenny Craig for Christmas and she'll live happily ever after. I know that sounds mean, but get over it. Drastic times call for drastic measures. I was just relieved that I had a fresh bag of double dipped chocolate peanuts, a brand new bag of bagels and some spreadable cream cheese on hand.

Speaking of douchebags, we had one out here kicking tires on the goat wagon (my Grampy's suburban)  last night. It's been sitting in the barn for almost two years and since I have a bad feeling the barn is going to fall down around it, I figured I better get it listed and sold. This one guy responded to the listing right away and after multiple email and phone communications 6 told him he could come out after work last night since he was being so persistent about seeing it asap. So this DB rolls in just as the sun is going down which is usually the time of day you'll find me sitting at a table somewhere eating, but since this jerk just haaaaad to see the goat wagon laaaaaast night, I selflessly put my needs aside (not like I had to be there, but I'm nosey like that and want to be in the loop.) Keep in mind this jackass had been warned repeatedly that the vehicle was used as a farm truck, hauling the occasional sheep, goat and what have you, but he obviously had a very different vision stuck in his giant inflated head, because even after we swept out the sheep poop, Big Mac wrappers and mice nests he was still visibly disappointed in what he saw. Now remember, it's past my eating time so my tolerance is dropping as this jerk in his L.L Bean sandals and khaki shorts keeps stumbling around the barn in the dark making snarky comments and my need to either eat something or hit something was beginning to rise. Let me also point out to you that we have not missvalued this automobile. We do not believe it has travelled streets of gold, nor do we think the worn carpet is spun from silk. We priced it modestly at 1500.00. The body is straight, it starts, and you can drive it home, so in my mind, fairs fair and this M'er F'er could just step off. After about thirty minutes he throws up the big heavy sigh and roll of the eyes and asks how much we'll take. Before 6 even had a chance to compose a thought I blurted out fiftennhundreddollars. Mr. Thinkshessocool looked at me, rose his eyebrow, curled his upper lip and then looked back at 6 assuming 6 was some sort of idiot willing to disregard the words of a wife and started to ask again and before he could get his words out again I said fifteenhundreddollars. Jackass. Don't mess with me at mealtime, especially when it comes to my Grampy's goat wagon. I don't think he'll be back.

Afterwards 6 took Wyatt and I to the new help yourself soft serve yogurt place for dinner so the evening ended up not being a total loss because you know what I always say, "ice cream for dinner makes everything better." And don't judge, there was fruit and other healthy stuff to put on top and it wasn't even really ice cream, it was yogurt and everybody knows yogurt is health food.