Back from the Shop
Just got back from dropping my car off at the repair shop. The people there are very nice, and I see that they service the cars for the company where Son #2 works, so that was reassuring.
BUT, on the invoice I was given, in the section where the problem is described, they used "whooshing" noise, and it isn't a "whooshing" noise, it's a "whoofling" noise. It goes, "whoofle-whoofle-whoofle" deep down low. A "whoosh" is a totally different problem than a "whoofle." Right? They hadn't turned the car on yet, though, so they'll find out. But then they'll look at each other and say, "What the hell was she trying to say, 'Whoosh?' It's not a 'whoosh,' it's a 'whoofle!'" And they'll think I'm an idiot. Oh, well.
Hey, look! Look what was growing in my street!
Yes, growing right through the asphalt. A little fairy ring, so Daughter #1 and I had to go out and stand in the street, taking pictures. But that's just us. I'm sure the neighbors are almost used to us by now.
And look who showed up?
Mr. Farmer Gnome! Holding one of the very fruits of his labors. We had a bit of a time getting him to stand in the best position for the photo-- he kept moving around. And by then, a couple of neighbors were watching, but we told him to ignore them. He's a very proud Mr. Farmer Gnome-- a nice, fat crop!
BUT, on the invoice I was given, in the section where the problem is described, they used "whooshing" noise, and it isn't a "whooshing" noise, it's a "whoofling" noise. It goes, "whoofle-whoofle-whoofle" deep down low. A "whoosh" is a totally different problem than a "whoofle." Right? They hadn't turned the car on yet, though, so they'll find out. But then they'll look at each other and say, "What the hell was she trying to say, 'Whoosh?' It's not a 'whoosh,' it's a 'whoofle!'" And they'll think I'm an idiot. Oh, well.
Hey, look! Look what was growing in my street!
Yes, growing right through the asphalt. A little fairy ring, so Daughter #1 and I had to go out and stand in the street, taking pictures. But that's just us. I'm sure the neighbors are almost used to us by now.
And look who showed up?
Mr. Farmer Gnome! Holding one of the very fruits of his labors. We had a bit of a time getting him to stand in the best position for the photo-- he kept moving around. And by then, a couple of neighbors were watching, but we told him to ignore them. He's a very proud Mr. Farmer Gnome-- a nice, fat crop!
Lori finally stopped procrastinating at 9:50 AM
3 Comments:
Thanks for the chuckle! Groovy gnome too! Do you think the planet's doomed? I mean..toadstools through asphalt?Grin
Only America's doomed, but we've known that for awhile now. That's why I'm moving to Canada. Or Germany.
Excuse me Mutter (see? German), while I quote you:
"'Whoosh?' It's not a 'whoosh,' it's a 'whoofle!'" And they'll think I'm an idiot."
Naaaah, I don't think they will.
hehe And besides, it sounded more like a "whoomp whoomp whoomp"
"I'm sure the neighbors are almost used to us by now."
If the neighbors are used to us, then we have to move. Seriously. How can we amuse them if they're used to us?
"And by then, a couple of neighbors were watching, but we told him to ignore them."
Which neighbors were watching? Jen? Martin? Ernesto's family? Or *shudders* Kenny? *continues to shudder* Thinking of him made me throw up a little bit.
Why doesn't it surprise me that members of this family talk to inanimate objects? *quircks eyebrow*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEn1ECvEX_Q
- You must watch this.
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