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Yeah, and today, I organized all his personal items, just need to let him know where the last few things were when I drop him off so he can take off for the Fort Smith terminal then for the customer in Van Buren. I told him that if his truck was set up like Miss Gay Deceiver was, I would not need to tell him where everything was. His response was "HUH?" I told him that Miss Gay Deceiver was the transportation in The Number of the Beast by Heinlein - you just loaded her up and as you loaded her you told her what you were loading and where it was going then when you needed something you asked her where it was and she told you. LOL

 

I read Heinlein, too. That is one of my favorites from him.

 

Just got in from a motorcycle ride that cool fall air made me forget all about steering wheel holders, governed trucks, elogs, and everthing else that has gone wrong with this industry...

I need to ride more often..

 

Well, while I am in the truck showing him where I put the last of the stuff, James starts going crazy "Where did you put the black notebook type thing with the paperwork I NEED for my load?" Me: "Well, you told me to put ANY and ALL paperwork you handed me in here." Show him where I am talking about. Him: "It's not there - it was a BLACK notebook thingy." Me: "Well, I do not remember you handing me anything like that." Him: "Move onto the driver's seat while I look for it." He proceeds to take apart the truck looking - luckily, he puts everything back where I had it. He looks on the dash area near the windshield "Ah, here it is!" Me: "I did not touch ANYthing there! So, do you now know where I put everything?" Him: "Yes." Me: "Well, then I am going to have a smoke in the smoking area and go home."

I got almost to the red light at the Pilot and see that he is calling. Him: "I am so sorry I was irritable but I needed that paperwork." Me: "Well, I did not like it when you made me sound like you thought I was lying." Him: "I'm sorry but I believed you as soon as you said you had not seen it." Me: "No problem. I am now at the red light and need to really pay attention so I can get home."

Weird thing that happened when I got home and turned off the CD player - I hear what sounds like Red meowing plaintively, guessed I was hearing Red from inside until I look towards the front door and see a cat that looks exactly like Red sitting on the stones next to the front steps. I am thinking "How the heck did Red get out when I can swear I closed my bedroom doors with him in my bedroom door?" I get a CLOSE look at this cat while trying to get him from under my car still swearing it is Red. Go inside after not catching the cat, open my bedroom door, Red is sitting calmly on my computer desk. I am thinking "Okay, maybe it is one of the inlaws' kittens" so go look at their front porch and BOTH of their kittens are fast asleep where they belong. So, now I am wondering about this twin of Red that I have never seen before and cannot find now.

 

Wow, that's a dangerous game.
I would not dare TELL hubby where I put stuff in the truck. I ask him where to put it. Its his truck, his stuff, no way would I interfere with that!
I'm his wife, not his mom, he would go crazy if I started telling him where I put HIS stuff!
Good luck with that one!

 

Actually, he ASKED me to organize his truck - he has seen how I pack when I go to Florida to visit my family and how my bedroom is organized. Then he looked at the "organization" of his bedroom compared how long it takes me to find things in my bedroom to how long it takes him to find things in his bedroom and decided to ask me to organize the truck so that things like his DVD player and microwave would have NO chance of getting broken while he is driving. I even made up the bed in his truck with him watching. His bedroom at home on the other hand, I do not touch except to put my folded clothes in (one of the cats will mess with clothes that are not stored where he cannot get at them and we do not have enough dressers yet ).

It is the opposite way in our marriage, he is not allowed to mess with anything in my bedroom without express permission and even then he has to promise to put things back exactly as he found them.

 

HAHAHA

Boy aint that the truth.

Aint ya'll nice! I cant get Lisa to even help wash my truck let alone get in it..........unless she wants to take a lil ride, if ya know what I mean.

San Antonio, Tx.

 

Shrewsbury, MA.....on the doorstep of what is starting out to be another award-winning week.....

 

I just had a flash back about not allowing nuts in post.

 

Yeah, I know what you mean. He ate nuts today so he only got a peck on the cheek. I will do anything - within reason - that he asks. If he asks me to pick up something that weighs 200 pounds by myself or to drive the semi that is NOT within reason