Holy crap Billy Bob, now look at what ya went an' done. Yeah, I were bored yesterday and start mess'n with stuff. Push'n a button here and push'n a button there. Don't take long and ya got everything all screw up and no way to fix it. Didn't know ya could upload a background pic for the blog. Now I do.
Speak'n of "fix it", I were smell'n something what didn't smell right. What the hell is that smell?? Been smell it for hours. Then I were sit'n on "da porch" sip'n a cup when I looks under "Sally da house". What the hell??? There a puddle under there. Further investigation reveals a gasoline leak. Not a big one, but at $3.50 a gallon, this thing gotta be fix. The fuel line to the generator is got a little hole in it. Don't even question how it got there 'cause I ain't got no answers. Just that it there and it got to be fix. Then I got to think'n bout them squirls. Ya don't suppose one got under there an' take a bite out my fuel line do ya?
Then I were look'n under the hood of "da house" and maybe fount that freon leak on the dash air. Way back there where it hard to fix. I used to do this shit for a living ya know, so don't worry bout a thing. I can do it. But the strange thing is that the little red cap is gone....poooof, just like that. The question is....was it ever there or did somebody steal it. Ain't gonna say no more bout that until I run down to the auto parts store an' buy me up some refrigerant an' a brand spank'n new little red cap.....pressurize the system and breakout the old leak detector....pin point that leak.
A deer sneaked up behind me last night. Scare the hell out old Billy Bob sit'n out there sip'n a cup an' think'n. Now I ain't talk'n bout sneak'n up 100 feets away, I'm talk'n 10 feets....right behind me....snort'n an' stuff...eat'n grass. Holy crap I come out that chair right fast like....holler "HEY". Ain't see no raccoons last night, but I set out a container of tater salad for them just in case. They like tater salad ya know. It were empty this morning.
Ok, it's 10am an'I got to go sit on "da porch", sip a cup an' do some think'n. Daughter gonna be here with the grandyung'ns bout 4pm....got lots of stuff to do in the mean time.
While I were sit'n out there, I figgered no use wast'n time. So I break out my engine rebuild tools (couple crescent wrenchs and a big ol' hammer) and fix the tow bar. You know, grease it up a bit, make it easy to hook up and disconnect....general maintenance ya know. Now it just like a brand spank'n new one. Don't ya just love WD40???
Now we know,,,,what ur sipping. Possum huh??? Well, ok if u say so, but,,,,
ReplyDeleteBet that squirrel did some quick spitting when he got that taste of gas. lolololol.
Ahhh, the good life !!
ReplyDeleteMy buddy and I used to camp at boat access only camp ground and let the vehicles sit a couple miles away. One time he ahd his family were there by themselves and the chipmonks (ground squirles) did a job on all runnber hoses and insulated wires. He had a half a day walk to the first small town. Watch them critters around rubber.
ReplyDeleteForgot, lol, DD will love that,,but,,those bucks sometimes DO attack, even kill people, soo be careful. And for no reason, it's the time of year too.
ReplyDeleteTrouble, ain't that a possum??? Look like one. Do ya think it were a squirl what bite my gas line??? I were look'n at the protective covering....look like rats to me. But I ain't got no rats.
ReplyDeleteYes Bob.....life is good. Hard, but good.
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ReplyDeleteBB if you want to call an armadillo a possum at your age I think you got the right to rename it if that is what you want to call it!
ReplyDeleteMy dad always said, squirrels nothing but a long tail rat., with hair on it.
ReplyDeleteYou have been mighty busy fixing stuff today BB.
ReplyDeleteHave a great time with the daughter and grandkids.
Yep for sure, that be one of them south Texas armored possums. Real close cousin to a Texas armadillo.
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