Dr Honda
Well-Known Member
So...
I drag the skis home from my shop on Thusday, and get them all ready to go out for the first time this year. But, as I'm packing up to leave, my oldest comes down in the garage... CRYING that her stomach hurts, and we can't go. But... then an hour later... she want's ice cream and other crap, and wants to know if we can still go. :banghead: By that time, I took the skis off the truck, and started on a household project.
It's 80 degrees out. I should have just gone by myself. I'm going to try again tomorrow... and if she does this again... I'm going anyway.
Sorry for the rant.
I drag the skis home from my shop on Thusday, and get them all ready to go out for the first time this year. But, as I'm packing up to leave, my oldest comes down in the garage... CRYING that her stomach hurts, and we can't go. But... then an hour later... she want's ice cream and other crap, and wants to know if we can still go. :banghead: By that time, I took the skis off the truck, and started on a household project.
It's 80 degrees out. I should have just gone by myself. I'm going to try again tomorrow... and if she does this again... I'm going anyway.
Sorry for the rant.