The little vermin.

Every time we fire up the grill, smoker or firepit, which is every day, we’re invaded by flies by the thousands. Mom’s had her weekly bath  so I know it isn’t her. <G>

So it’s an AA alert, commonly kn0wn as a flyswatter..actually as I was typing this a fly crawled across the screen..but I’ve done well this evening. At least 50 fly carcasses are on the floor.

Hoo-rah!

No, not that kind. Well sorta..

Miss Lueffie’s spare tire blew out. Sitting there on it’s rack in it’s cover, it simply blew out, blew up the cover, BANG!

I was standing about six feet away. The only reason I didn’t soil my pants was that I wasn’t wearing pants.

Mom came boiling down the steps; she said that since I wasn’t hollerin she knew I was dead.  But no, I was just standing there like a dummy saying “look at our spare tire.”

The Fuckup Fairy has visited us again.