The dog is washed, the new cleats are purchased (he's jumped two sizes to a size 2 now!), the floors are vacuumed, the groceries are being bought, the snowblower was siphoned of its gas, and C-man is playing with a friend in the back yard. In other words, it's a typical Sunday in Jensconsin.
This is where I say that you are brilliant! Siphon the gas? My husband wants to turn the snowblower on and just run it until the gas is gone.
ReplyDeleteKim,
ReplyDeleteTell your husband to do it his way..... mouth full of gas suuuucks! I still taste the hydrocarbons.
Cheers,
Brewman