Why did I not think of this sooner? I'm pretty sure there are some suspect Toyota's on the market for a good low price. Convincing my husband to drive one might take a little work, but just imagine the benefits. Grumpy-pants has been a pain in the derriere (again and as usual);Frequent-flier of the
Inconsiderate and Stupid things to say airline. His life insurance policy terms out in a couple of years and will be way too expensive to renew. Toyota can alleviate marital and financial woes and pay a nice settlement to sweeten the deal. I almost forgot how "Green" it would be of us to save gasoline and reduce our carbon footprint all at the same time! Any Composting Funeral Homes out there?
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ReplyDeleteYou are too evil for words. Remember, the Toyota anomalies seem to be hard to replicate and often do not show up at all. Be forewarned as well that a good Toyota lasts forever and is among the safest cars around. Your plan could backfire and put you in for the long haul anyhow. *evil grin returned*
ReplyDeleteBetter forgive Grumpy Pants again and let bygones be bygones.
PS: Give him an extra hug from me. *G*
Such a Rube Goldberg plot for elimination of mr grumpy pants...gotta love it. Composting funeral home? Better copyright that idea.
ReplyDeleteMr Grumpy Pants in the dog house?
ReplyDeleteAll of my other ideas involve jail time! (Might still be worth it, 29 years and counting).
ReplyDeleteHaving deleted my way-too-serious comment, I'll just say that the thought of living all by myself was, for the longest time, the most attractive lifestyle choice I could think of. Hope you've got a date with Gary tonight.
ReplyDeleteNah... you've screwed your plans by writing them down.... now it will really have to look like an accident.
ReplyDeleteYou might have to tinker with the air bag first though... ;-)
ReplyDeleteDeborah, I rode on Wednesday which is partly responsible for Grumpy pants grumpiness, (time away from work and nurturing him) it also accounts for the return of my evil sense of humor. That, or any, horse (can't remember this one's name), does so much more for me than any man.
ReplyDelete@eloh, Of course you are right. It might be my way of keeping myself from following through:)
Steve, Mr. Jet Set Artist (and I wrote the press releases that he has come to believe) would never deign to drive a Toyota. He loves his Caddy too much, dings and all.
Oooh, it'll just have to be a dark night, a wet road, nobody around except for that guy on the motorcycle... a shot rings out, followed by the roar of bike engine, then silence....
ReplyDeleteYou should prob'ly delete this first though.
Driving a car has taught me precicely one thing: never buy anything made by Rover. Fortunately they have gone out of business, so this makes it increasingly unlikely i will ever have to have a cambelt unexpectedly go when I'm 400 miles away from home again.
ReplyDeleteNever had a Toyota though...
Argent, I do love a good murder mystery novel...
ReplyDeletePixie, That sounds as though it might be good blog-fodder.
Composting funeral homes sound an alarming prospect and raises all kinds of pictures in my mind.
ReplyDeleteOh my, aren't we in fine form today... dreaming of knocking off the other half ??? Why not just do an Aristocats on him, in a trunk and shipped to Africa ? Oh dear... hope you are ok...
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