So this day started out much like most, except for that dickhead egret flew over me in the dark at 6am and squawked 10 feet above my head. Why me? That Bastard. I still don't know what to make of that, but it scared me nutless, and I got into the car realizing that it will probably
never happen ever, ever again. I drove off into the sunrise, naked in soul, ready for what the day held, armed knowing that I've already been squawked at.
Fast forward through the festive day of a cold-calling vacuum cleaner salesman, I get home and finally find a moment out in the garage to return a call to a real live V.I.P. (voracious iguana petter). Just as I begin to chew his ear, my wife decides that backing out of the garage with the garage door half open was a good idea. It wasn't. I guess the sun was in her eyes. Maybe that's why I had the door half closed? The sun was in MY EYEs!
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She's blond.
There are dents in the Landbruiser, my garage door won't close. I'm pissed 'cause it looks like a pumpkin.
It's cool, I guess. We can fix it. My old man is a TV repairman and he has an awesome set of tools.