Not sure what all of these have in common? Spend a morning in our house and you will quickly realize that like not handling the roaches, I don't put air in my own tires.
Hubby noticed that one of the tires on my car looked low, and told me I needed to get air in it before I went skipping around town to all of this weeks activities.
Right! I had to gently remind him that I don't do air in my tires... Remember? The last 2 times we had this problem, I tried to be "Miss Independent" and do it myself, only I ended up letting more air out, than what was going in, then it really was low and he had to go and do it anyway. The second time I was having the same problem, so I went in and begged a stranger in the gas station to do it for me. Not something I want to do now with the Munchkin in tow.
Him: You know this goes along with the whole "being 32 years old thing?"
Me: I think it goes along with the whole "me having a vagina thing."
Him: You really should be able to put air in your tires.
Me: I have a vagina, I don't have too.
Him: Amelia Earhart had a vagina.
Me: Heh?
Him: I'm just saying.. and Madonna, she has a vagina.
Me: HEH?
Him: I say Madonna because I've seen hers, I never saw Amelia's
Me: Are we still talking about tires?
So, in case you are confused about where this conversation went, you're not alone. All I know is that my tire got air, and me and my vagina had nothing to do with it!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Air, Tires & Vaginas
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3 comments:
Gosh, I hope Madonna's had nothing to do with it. ewwww...
Isn't this why God created man?! I swear, sometimes they forget their roll in life.
I think we should name this phenomena "The Vaginal Exemption."
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