The Motor Died
One of the most important motors in my life died last night. No it wasnt the car, or my washing machine, it was PINKY. Yes, pinky. Pinky is well...if you think real hard you can figure it out. My fiance had a spinal fusion in July, so Pinky has come in handy. This is how it happened....
Once a night every night pinky and I "visit", and well last night was no exception. I turned the dial. (yes this means different speeds, just one of the many wonders of technology) At first everything was working as planned. As soon as I was going to greet Mr. O, it happened. Pinky actually started sputtering. Not only did Mr. O get scared away, but he was for sure gone for the rest of the night.
So in memory of Pinky, I will share a story (no this isnt going to be nasty). I went to visit my parents for a few days 2 winters ago. I arrived quite tired and just dropped my bags wherever I could find room. My teenage brother, walked beside me and tripped over my bags. Sure enough one of my bags started vibrating. Lucky me, my overly religious father came to the rescue opened my bag and pinky was there to greet him. Why I took Pinky to begin with Im not sure. But the look on my father's face was well priceless, definately nothing a Visa can buy (lol). Needless to say I got a lecture and a recommendation for 8 hours of prayer A DAY!
Now I am left with the task of finding a replacement. I will definately let you know how that goes. Who knew, so many sizes, shapes, colors, and functions. How will I ever decide....
Once a night every night pinky and I "visit", and well last night was no exception. I turned the dial. (yes this means different speeds, just one of the many wonders of technology) At first everything was working as planned. As soon as I was going to greet Mr. O, it happened. Pinky actually started sputtering. Not only did Mr. O get scared away, but he was for sure gone for the rest of the night.
So in memory of Pinky, I will share a story (no this isnt going to be nasty). I went to visit my parents for a few days 2 winters ago. I arrived quite tired and just dropped my bags wherever I could find room. My teenage brother, walked beside me and tripped over my bags. Sure enough one of my bags started vibrating. Lucky me, my overly religious father came to the rescue opened my bag and pinky was there to greet him. Why I took Pinky to begin with Im not sure. But the look on my father's face was well priceless, definately nothing a Visa can buy (lol). Needless to say I got a lecture and a recommendation for 8 hours of prayer A DAY!
Now I am left with the task of finding a replacement. I will definately let you know how that goes. Who knew, so many sizes, shapes, colors, and functions. How will I ever decide....
Seriously? 8 hours of prayer a day? With my toys... well, I don't think there are enough hours in the day.
If you would hurry up and bring your ass to visit I will take you to find a replacement Pinky.
Poor, poor Pinky. Overworked and underpaid.
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Posted by
twisted panties |
1:09 PM
Hysterical! I'd be so mortified. Like for years and years.
Posted by
CruiserMel |
7:33 PM
Believe me I was cruisermel. I try to pretend it never happended.
Posted by
Boo Boo Kitty |
3:49 PM
LMAO! I would never go back home or speak to family for at least a month. I'd die.
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9:41 AM
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