So tonight DH wants to go mow at the farm. I tell him it's too hot, he's too tired, it's not a good idea. Of course he loads up the lawn mower in the back of the truck and off we go anyways despite my protests
. Now I have to hang out with MIL till he's done.
Down the road we go and he starts lecturing me about buying more chickens today, yada yada yada
then devine intervention happens as the lawn mower rolls off the back of the truck just 50 feet after we cross the highway. Dh slams on the brakes, throws open the door and jumps out to inspect the damage. Luckily there is NONE just a tiny scratch on the hood. We get it loaded back in the truck and on our way dh is obviously flustered and relieved the mower is ok. I turn to him and say "so I guess the chicken lecture is over"
He then indicated thru hand signals that I am #1
Whew got out of that one by the seat of my pants.