I sent the wife down to the sawmill in the f250 and 16ft trailer to get a bundle of hickory slabs.
If I go down there to the sawmill, they say all the slabs are presold for the tobacco growing mennonites. Ok sure
Send here down, tell her to do the yoga pants, pony tail, sports bra thing. Sure enough, the greaseballs will load the trailer up.
Calls me says trailer had a magnificent explosion on one of the 4 trailer tires. 10 miles from the house. Told he still had 3 more back there come on with it. She said hunks of rubber was flying 20ft in the air and chit. Got home and the tire was completely off the rim and gone. Lol.
Piece of cake.
She must be a saint!
wipes butts, builds cabinets, has her own radial arm saw, eats raw okra, stacks wood, cleans up puke, changes her own brake pads, can deck a roof and lay shingles too and makes key lime pie.
