I feel ya. I sliced my primary booger-picking finger today, it's all bandaged up and out of commission for a few days. My pinky has had to pick up the slack.
Word for the wise: do NOT shoot firearms the day after getting an arm tattoo. Turns out it hurts quite a bit.
Apparently it's going to rain here tomorrow or the next day and my wipers are toasted. A few days ago the wind came up and they started fluttering. So, today I went out and bought new wipers. I hate putting new wipers on my truck because I stand there for 20 minutes trying to figure out "What the fuck?" and then suddenly figure it out. "Oh yeah, Jesus I'm an idiot. That's so simple." Then I walk over to the other side of the truck and repeat the entire process. For another 20 fucking minutes. My new wipers are still sitting on the floorboard because I don't want to deal with it.
I think I've done this once or twice too, because how often do you change wipers? I've had my daily driver for ten years and in that time I think I've changed them once. On the other hand once I get the first wiper replaced the second takes like 45 seconds. What you're saying here would have me - if I was a member of your family - talking to other family members and discussing whether it was time to have ol' toytoy shipped off to the old folks home, if only for your own safety.
Ha. I have someone to switch out my windshield wipers AND pick my nose. It's called "my husband" aka "my bitch". Just kidding. Nobody picks my nose...not even myself. I poop glitter and have rainbows shooting out of my orifaces.
I'm not drunk enough to go off on a crazy pants rant but I'm a little bit. Women are stupid and I am stupider.
Can it be Valentines Day again? Why, you may ask? That was the last time a booby was posted in the booby thread.
I change my wipers at least once a year. They tend to get destroyed when I use them to push snow off my windshield in the winter.
Did you guys know if you buy your wipers at an auto parts store they will install them for you for free?
I get my wipers on Amazon. Good ones really make a difference (so does using decent wiper fluid). I thought changing them was, you know, something you learned when you started driving. Or from just looking at how they were put on. Snap off the old ones, slide on the new ones and snap to lock them in place. Takes like 5 minutes.
Wipers are changed, piece of cake. The funny thing is I used to do windshields and dealt with wipers all day and now I dread dealing with them. I bought the high dollar Bosch wipers because the dry heat down here just destroys wipers, hopefully I'll get a year or so out of these. Even more hopefully, I'll have a new vehicle by the time they need to be changed again. My truck is acting up again and I think it may be an electrical issue.
I almost had a panic attack at Eckerd's*. This greasy white trash woman with brown horse teeth and pressure bandages on her festering leg sores activated a Halloween display by the checkout to scare a couple yuppie kids who then acted like a couple of scared little bitches but I digress (no, they were like 8 and scared of a plastic talking ghost, fuck those pussies). Anyway, this woman just stood there grinning this disgusting grin. staring at the kids, and I could smell her at 10 paces, then the people in front of me were old and they smelled like fucking death and the two kids whining about a fucking CVS display scaring them smelled like day old sweat and I almost ran crying out of there. * It's still Eckerds to me. Fuck your CVS in the mouth.
Yeah, seriously. Last time Li'l Bandit and I went to Schlitterbahn, we hit some heavy rain, but I had taken my wipers out to rebuild the linkage. I just kept the pedal buried on my Trans Am, and the combination of speed, and the sharp slope of the windshield kept the water from building up. In other news, you know which band I really miss? Velvet Revolver. They broke up after only two kickass albums. But on this day ten years ago, I saw them play at the Dodge Arena in Hidalgo, and I got my balls thoroughly rocked of. WARNING: Listen to the following song at your own risk. Slash's guitar solo at 3:31 has been know to cause face-melting and head-explosion.
The next time I feel like I'm being a shitty parent because I stop for pizza on the way home because it's been a long day and I just don't have it in me to cook dinner I'll be able to look back to this and think maybe I'm not so bad.