The golf cart is being an asshole. When Maggie and Charlie came up in April, they couldn't get it started. I told my cuz about it but when he came up in May, he had no problem. Then when we were here last week, it was fine. Well, not fine but it started (with the choke and sometimes it backfired). Of course, now, it won't start again. We tried and tried but nothing. It's always something.
Anyway, Jim is currently on the mission to get cart repair guy, Carlos, to throw us a bone. Stupidly, Jim just left at 7:50 to try and track him down. When he was about to head out the door, I said, "Where are you going?" He said, "TO GO FIX THE CART!" (He replied with an asshole tone which is why I put that in caps.) I said, "He's not going to be open." To which Jim replied (with an asshole tone), "I'M JUST TRYING TO GET JUMP ON THINGS!" I said, "Why the tone?" And he said, "WHAT TONE!?"
And now I'm going to eat crow. Jim just walked in the door with Carlos in tow. He's going to take a quick looksee and if he can fix it here, great. If not, he'll tow it. I said to Anne, "You know, sometimes Jimmy's smarter than his wife." Anne replied with, "Luckier...not smarter." True story.
Okay, that's all I've got. Dinner tonight will be either hamburgers or Anne brought stuff for chicken tacos, which sounds delicious. I think that's the way we're going to go along with some yellow rice. Yummy. I'd better go because Scout is giving me the eyeball. Later!



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