It was inevitable. My loyal T-Hoe is on his last legs. In fact, one of those legs needs replacing.
Remember a couple of weeks ago, when the Hillbilly family was all ready to trade in T-Hoe for a few years newer model, with less miles? Had spent a week researching the ins and outs of this transaction? Had, in fact, stayed up late the night before to make sure on some comparisons, with a backup plan ready?
Farmer H threw one of his hissy fits 30 minutes before departure time for this deal. So...Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is still driving T-Hoe. Still informing Farmer H that he is now down to 4% OIL LIFE! That's not good. Get the crash cart! Notify the life support team!
Farmer H came home form work this morning, as we are dealing with a minor crisis. Possibly major. It is not up for discussion. So we took T-Hoe on our journey. Once home again, Farmer H took T-Hoe for new oil. Then he called and said our appraisal is finally ready for my mom's house. So he wanted me to notify my sister the ex-mayor's wife to cut him a check from Mom's account to pay for the appraisal, which was no problem at all, since we've been waiting on it, but it meant that Farmer H would be driving T-Hoe over the same terrain we covered this morning. AND...when he got home, he informed me that T-Hoe's belt is showing. Uh huh. T-Hoe's left front tire belt. Not even the tire that had the giant bolt in it.
Of course, since Farmer H and the #1 son were instrumental in picking T-Hoe out of the herd way back in 2008, we have those fancy tires that are not a standard size stocked by The Devil's Playground Garage. Farmer H put in an order for two tires, because, you know, T-Hoe tires are like Lay's Potato Chips...nobody can eat just one. Not that we'll be eating T-Hoe's tires. But we can't have just one. I'm sure that's what that Lay's slogan-writer meant to say. "Nobody can have just one."
Now I will be driving around on a tire with a bald spot tomorrow morning to meet Sis and go through some more stuff at the house.
Life should be easier than this.
4 comments:
I just got back from a semi-long weekend trip, and found out I had been driving on tires that were shredding away--3 out of 4 of them were really bad, and the 4th was just merely bad.
Four new shoes, for a price better than the Good Feet Store has to offer...
Sioux,
Sure, Madam. Who are you, anyway, that Penelope character of Kristen Wiig from SNL, always topping the affliction of another? I'm sure your husband has Better Feet than mine now, too. And your son is not a pony but a Clydesdale. Next thing you'll be telling me is that your FACE is on a BOOK!
Now go get busy building your proposed express elevator to Not-Heaven!
I am in the market for a newer ride myself. But, we all know that He Who will pick it out ...... I am just the driver. We are down to one vehicle and sharing has become a big problem. I have certain standards and I am sick and tired of having to reaarange his tools and parts just to get groceries in the car. I will take whatever I am given and be thankful!
Kathy,
Heh, heh! I hope you meant that you rearrange metal doodads, not He Who's biological parts!
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