You’d think it was still Saturday but . . it was Sunday!
Same clothes? Really . . it’s not the same clothes . . I don’t think. They all look the same (have you noticed?) but there are just so many green shirts and navy shorts. He never wears the same ones two days in a row . . that would smell really bad.
What a difference! Remember the mess from yesterday’s picture? The pickup was going in the shop to get the a/c fixed and Vince has this crazy idea that it can’t be fixed. I say . . everything can be fixed for a price. So, he’s already picked out the new pickup he wants to buy and he has this one all cleaned up so he can trade it in.
But then I said: Just a cottonpickin’ minute here. YOU got the last new car. Not my fault you never drive it. The next new car to be had around here is for me and it could be a Toyota Sienna . . could be a Honda Ridgeline . . could be a . . . heck, I don’t even know what I’d buy if I were getting a new car. But, I’m not because his response was: I think I’m getting myself a new pickup!
Don’t matter to me. I’d rather have my old Honda anyway. I can spill drinks in it. I can eat satsumas all the way back from Louisiana and leave the peelings in there til they petrify and turn to dust . . which takes about 5 months if you’re wondering! 🙂