Trucks, Turds, Tools and Dead Things. This Post is For You Relax Max
The hell you say Relax Max, this is no girlie blog. Relax Max has failed to grasp the severity of a broken hair dryer. It was a traumatic morning for me and now, to redeem myself, I've promised to post about trucks.
The husband drives a truck, a Colorado, it has standard transmission and I can drive it too. It's red.
I've taken a long, hard look at my blog and can not believe I've fallen into the girlie blog category, I've posted about dog turds, that's not girlie. And if you go way back into my archives all I posted about were tools, that's how this blog started, trying to sell tools online.
Occasionally I drive the husbands truck when it's behind my SUV in the driveway and I haul groceries in it.
I've posted about dead bunnies, dear deer and dead chip monks. Dead things are not girlie. No this isn't a girlie blog. Relax Max, one of my frequent visitors and commenter's, is just being shallow and pedantic.
The husband drives a truck, a Colorado, it has standard transmission and I can drive it too. It's red.
I've taken a long, hard look at my blog and can not believe I've fallen into the girlie blog category, I've posted about dog turds, that's not girlie. And if you go way back into my archives all I posted about were tools, that's how this blog started, trying to sell tools online.
Occasionally I drive the husbands truck when it's behind my SUV in the driveway and I haul groceries in it.
I've posted about dead bunnies, dear deer and dead chip monks. Dead things are not girlie. No this isn't a girlie blog. Relax Max, one of my frequent visitors and commenter's, is just being shallow and pedantic.
