On top of being one hot little piece of azz with a sharp sense of humor, my woman has let me go out-of-town to hunt the last 3 weekends. She let me go scouting the SOA I hunted on our anniversary. She helps process deer once they're broken down into primal cuts. She makes me squirrel dumplin's. She drinks miller lite, but not so much that I run out before I hit that sweet spot. She's gone to 2 Bob Dylan concerts with me and paid both times.
Not only all that, but tonight I was having issues with the brake lights on my hunting truck. I replaced the brake fuse to no avail, grumbled a bit, and started looking for someone to help me out with it. She heard me grumbling, walked outside, looked at the fusebox, saw a fuse for emergency flashers, and asked if the flashers were the brake lights. I looked at her stupidly while she pulled the blown fuse...Yep. New fuse and the brake lights work again.
Pays to marry a mechanics daughter! Either she's wicked into me to put up with my BS, or she's trying really hard to get me out of the house this weekend so she can have some time with her more competent and better looking boyfriend.
Not only all that, but tonight I was having issues with the brake lights on my hunting truck. I replaced the brake fuse to no avail, grumbled a bit, and started looking for someone to help me out with it. She heard me grumbling, walked outside, looked at the fusebox, saw a fuse for emergency flashers, and asked if the flashers were the brake lights. I looked at her stupidly while she pulled the blown fuse...Yep. New fuse and the brake lights work again.
Pays to marry a mechanics daughter! Either she's wicked into me to put up with my BS, or she's trying really hard to get me out of the house this weekend so she can have some time with her more competent and better looking boyfriend.