Ever do something so ignorant you feel like a complete fool & don't know how to fix it? Ooooh, me, pick me! Yes, I've done that. Probably more than once, but the one that sticks out in my mind makes me cringe with embarrassment every time I think about it. So what was it, you ask? Here's a long story short, Karla style. Because when I tell a story, it's never short even if I try.....
When we moved over a year ago, we needed to clean out the garage at our new house. There were several things left behind. In the process, I gave my husband's portable air tank, among other things, to my girlfriends. Items that were newly gifted to him, by my dad, during our move. Things he was kinda stoked about.
Yes, it was dumb, but in my defense I was pregnant & had mushy brain. Yeah, that's it. Mushy brain. Really though, I thought he said he didn't need any of the stuff. I thought he said whatever was left in the garage could go. And when my girlfriends questioned me about the air tank, I was sure he wouldn't need it. Seriously, he has a HUGE air compressor in the garage. What would he need this lil ole thing for?
In reality, he had set what he did want off to the side. No wonder my girlfriends found so many "awesome" things in that one spot. I honestly thought I was helping out. I mean, he needed to get the old garage items moved to our new one. He had so much to bring over & less room to store it all. Top that off with what was left behind and you get a task that had been haunting him.
When he walked in from work, I told him I had unloaded a ton of stuff, just for him, out of the garage. I was soooooo proud of myself. Sure was. I even wondered if he could feel the weight lifted off his shoulders? Pat me on the back! BUT that did not happen. This was the first time I have ever seen him mad.
Could I have called my girlfriends & requested everything back? Sure. But I felt like such an idiot. "Hey, you know all that really cool stuff I gave you a few short hours ago? Yeah, I'm gonna need it all back." Besides, once he had a minute to simmer, it was good. Not great, but I didn't think his lid was gonna explode anymore. I still hate thinking about that day.
Being the comedian my husband is, he gives me hell about it all the time. It's become one of his running jokes. Just the other day he commented (with a wink and grin) on how nice it would have been to have the portable tank. Instead of moving a tiny portable tank to the object, he has to drag out all the hose from his compressor & run it around his bike, out the garage door, around the grill, & finally around the pool. My question......Why do that? Ride your "riding lawn mower" to the tank, silly. That makes more sense, doesn't it? Geez, men, they must not be all that efficient?! ;)
Today is his birthday. With the upcoming trip, I can't really afford a gift. So the girls & I decided to make him a card telling him just how much we love him. Our card also featured a picture of what we were sorry we couldn't get him for his birthday. You guessed it....a 5 gallon portable air tank.
Happy Birthday, Daddy!!!
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