George bought a new air conditioning compressor today. He wanted me to help put it on on a day that was going to be the hottest day of the year so far. That wasn't the only reason I said no.
"I'm scared of the high pressure lines in a car's air conditioner," I told George. "I am always afraid I am going to blow my face off."
"Pussy!" George replied. "Let me go see if I can get this thing on."
This morning I arrived at mom and dad's when Helen arrived.
"Baby? Why will your momma only let you have 6 cokes at a time?" Helen asked.
"She says I will drink too many of them and I will," I told her. "I have little to no self control."
It was kind of embarrassing to talk about in a way. Far be it for me to hold back on this blog or in real life, though.
The local ice cream truck has new competition now. A new truck is on the scene and it is shiny and new. The old one is driving by my house just as I write this. They still have a generator strapped to the back bumper to power the freezer. It looks ghetto.