Why in the name of all that is holy do strollers require PhDs??????????????
Yesterday after a 15 minute battle with a Graco stroller frame at Babies’r'Us I finally asked an assistant for instruction on to collapse it. She worked her voodoo magic and the stubborn thing folded. Of course, after she left I spent another 15 minutes in vain trying to figure out how to bring it back to life. I was so furious that I just left this devil’s carriage smack in the middle of the isle to relish in its superior intelligence.
Today our awesome jogging stroller came. I did not even attempt to figure out how to install the wheels but humbly decided to tackle attaching the cup holders. Total and utter failure. I think I might have a better chance at assembling a space rocket than a stroller.
George, my faithful Taurus, also failed me today. He squeaks. We replaced the timing belt pulley but he still squeaks. Today I brought him to the mechanic to have a second look. Of course, George, terrified of the mechanic, ran like a Lamborghini. I am sure the moment I am behind the wheel he will go back to squeaking like a piglet.
David was hilarious this morning. I told him I was going to make my own Hooter Hider and the good man refused to believe that this was a real and official term and not one created by my twisted mind. He said he was surprised I did not come up with “The Tit Tent”. I laughed about it all morning.
I have so much to do that this morning I got exhausted just writing my to-do list. How do people ever get bored???