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lol. That trick is only to be used sparingly, in life or death situations. If everyone has seen what's inside the button it's no longer a trick, it's an expectation.
And she can't cook....... There, I said it. She managed to mess up the simple task of putting a pizza in the oven last night. LOL.
Are you sure she can't cook? Maybe she messes things up so you don't expect her too...sorta like the conversation you guys were having the other day about never getting the grocery store list correct, so the wife stops sending you there.
Button trick..you know my mind took that one much further down the gutter than was intended...sort of in the realm of the "button on a fur coat" terretory. I don't want to drive anyone's truck that badly..
I better be careful or i'll get this thread closed too.
Not too long ago we went on a camping trip, and my stepmom was pulling her little hard-sided trailer for the first time, and I was following along in red pulling the quad trailer. We were only a few miles outside of town and she changed lanes so quickly, that little trailer started to whip. She ended up recovering it (thank God) but I spent the rest of that trip with one eye closed waiting for her to have a "blonde" moment. When we got home I had to back it up into the drive for her after she crumpled up her bumper after she jacknifed the trailer and pressed the propane bottles into the side of her jeep.
Are you sure she can't cook? Maybe she messes things up so you don't expect her too...sorta like the conversation you guys were having the other day about never getting the grocery store list correct, so the wife stops sending you there.
Ahhhh, is that what it is
Kinda like the time the dryer caught fire in our house. I rarely, if ever, do the laundry anymore. Apparently I can't be trusted.......
My wife can take mine any day. A lot safer then when she drives her little Saab convertible. Besides seeing a pretty little lady driving a big old diesel is not a bad sight to see.(sorry had to keep it clean) JMO
Gotta love the ladies who love driving these Diesels. My wife nicknamed my truck the Big Booty Judy, and she loves to drive it. When we were in Mexico last year she got a little white knuckled, but that only adds to the memories. When she drives, it's Sit down, buckle up and shut up and I'm happy to do it. Every so often I have to remind her to grab a gear and when I do I usually will get the look and get referd back to her rules when she drives.
I dont have to worry about my wife driving mine. I guess all the numbers and letters on the gear lever are just to much for her! When she would drive it was the same as Jeff's wife...Better not say a d@mn word to her about how shes driving!
I've lost track of the number of times my bride got me, truck, trailer and very expensive race car home late at night and sometimes hundreds of miles after a day of racing and a lot of drinking. She would only squawk about going over bridges. Especially the one over the Mississippi from West Baton Rouge to East Baton Rouge. Somehow always got my stupid *** and expensive stuff home safe. Lots of times from Bristol all the way to NY. Oh well, just another memory now. Once she drove my truck down the Alcan when it was still gravel, in the winter time and white out conditions, with me following in our Lincoln. By the time we got to Seattle her hands were bleeding from clutching onto the wheel so hard.