One of the fun parts about living with someone skilled in fixing things is that I get to hear phrases that I would never dream of uttering myself. Like the other day when I came home to hear Seth yelling up to his brother Ricky, "Just cut off the door frame. I can fix it later - it's no big deal."
Looking to see what kind of a pickle they had gotten themselves into, I found this.
Apparently, our fuel tank was a little too big to fit through the door, and Seth was trapped on the stairs holding it for about a half hour while Ricky made some extra room with a saw. It still took some tugging - Ricky managed to throw himself into our truck. Luckily, he wasn't hurt. Although he dented the truck...with his back. Pretty sure I would have been hurting just a little after that.
I have a feeling I may have been getting a glimpse into our future if we end up with a few boys. Should be fun!
1 comment:
ahh, brotherly fun! moving stuff seems uneventful for myhre's unless you have to fix something you broke during the process. too funny!
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