So I clipped the corner of the compost bin with the fel, taking a turn a little too loose. No biggie, but I instinctively start looking around for witnesses. Of course, my wife was not 30 feet away at the garage door.
What happened there? she asks.
Got distracted by a beautiful lady, I replied.
Good answer, she says.
I think that went rather well.
What happened there? she asks.
Got distracted by a beautiful lady, I replied.
Good answer, she says.
I think that went rather well.