Another Mopar Off My Bucket List - Barracuda Fastback
Well Teresa came back home after spending the past few days babysitting some of her grand-kids. When she walked in I showed her the iron that I bought and told her it was an early Valentine's Day present. I figured I might as well kill two birds with one stone. The iron shaped bruise on my forehead tells me that she wasn't amused.
Despite Teresa's lack of appreciation for the early gift, I had still thought my day was going pretty good. - That is... - until I saw the parade of ankle biters that she'd brought home with her. I realize that there are a lot of guys out there that are grandparents and you probably look forward to seeing your grandchildren. But Teresa's grand-kids aren't your typical grand-kids. Try to imagine having a half dozen big screen TVs showing The Omen all at the same time. She thinks they're all adorable. I'll bet that Adolph Hitler's mom thought he was cute too.
I guess it's Karma for not having bought her the iron that cost $2 more.