- #House boy name who confesses to crime the grass is singing cracked
- #House boy name who confesses to crime the grass is singing crack
A few hours later as the sun began to set, we had crossed the border and made it halfway across our home state.
#House boy name who confesses to crime the grass is singing cracked
"We should be there by just after dinner time if we don't have to stop again," as he cracked open another can of coke and guzzled it down. We wandered outside to find a fine, soaking drizzle had begun, cooling us down and washing the dust off the car as well. "You ready to get going again?" he said as he picked up the new cans. If you can help with paying, we'll get it done the day after we get there." He used the servo's phone to call his parents and ask his dad to book us into the local repair shop. "We can't get just a new exhaust pipe, it's a whole connected pipe and muffler which will cost about $xxx. "Wait here," he said and walked around to the mechanic's office, coming back after a few minutes looking glum. "How much?" he asked and I said I wasn't exactly sure (big lie) and would have to check at the bank when we arrived at our destination. Sitting at the table I confessed that I had been setting aside a few dollars a month towards buying a new bedstead, ours was cheap, old and ugly, and I wanted something nicer. Ignoring the sandwiches in our Esky, we bought hotdogs instead and half a dozen cans of soft drink. We limped along until the town was in sight and sighed with relief to see the service station was open. We could get something to eat and buy extra cans of coke. He knew roughly where we were, having made this same trip several times already, so he checked the map and decided on a longer stop at the next town. When my feet became uncomfortable, we stopped.
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I moved my feet, checking for warmth penetrating the floor, wondering if anyone else's husband did such odd things, coke cans and U clamps were a bandaid solution at best.Īs the floor got warmer, he asked me to let him know when it was actually hot, the further down the road the better in his opinion. Just once, I wished we could take the coastal highway.
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#House boy name who confesses to crime the grass is singing crack
I hadn't been able to crack the crossword, (the answer turned out to be " beechmast", something I had never heard of) and I couldn't write while the car was moving, every bump, every rut in the road sent my pen scrawling across the page, so I put it away and stared instead at the flat brown landscape, wishing for different scenery. Allowing for travel time we would have two days at his parents home before leaving again. Get there, visit and get home, that was my contrary husband. Taking the highway around the coast would take longer, he always said, getting there as fast as possible was always the aim. Unfortunately, we always took the cross country roads, where towns and help were few and far between. We lived in Queensland at the time and were headed to South Australia to visit his parents. "Take off your shoes again and let me know when the floorboards start feeling warm," he said as he slowly got the car back onto the road. "You know we can't afford that." He opened another can of coke and drank half before starting the car. "You paying for that?" snapped the miserable bugger.
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"The sensible thing to do would be getting the exhaust pipe replaced," I said. "The hole is bigger now, next time we might need two cans and an extra clamp." He used a pair of wire cutters to slice open another empty can, then crawled back under to fix it to the pipe, patching the hole, so we could continue our trip. "The coke can has burned through," he said, tossing scraps of metal out from under then sliding himself out with two U-clamps in his hand. I took a few minutes to work on my crossword puzzle while my husband was under the car investigating the exhaust pipe. This month the words/prompts are supplied by Margaret Adamson and Sue Fulcher and can be found here If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words. The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems. The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.