Yesterday morning I woke to an ugly sight; one of my stacks had partially collapsed putting a mess of tangled splits piled up between it and another stack. I know most of y'all are gonna' agree that stacking sucks, and that re-stacking flat sucks sour owl crap. So I'm half-pizzy all day at work thinkin' about going home to that mess... and making matters worse the doctors put me on the wagon for a couple weeks, meaning no damn beer to lessen the agony of the job.
So I pull in the drive last night... my wife is standing there, in her grubbies, at the shop door pulling off her gloves.
I jump out and ask her, "Hey babe, what'cha been doing?"
She glances out towards the stacks, my eyes follow hers, and the stack is back‼
Damn... I've got a good woman‼ Even if she's keeping me from cheatin' on the doctors orders.
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So I pull in the drive last night... my wife is standing there, in her grubbies, at the shop door pulling off her gloves.
I jump out and ask her, "Hey babe, what'cha been doing?"
She glances out towards the stacks, my eyes follow hers, and the stack is back‼
Damn... I've got a good woman‼ Even if she's keeping me from cheatin' on the doctors orders.
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