We've got a nominee for the next "not my fucking job" award! Like every summer, we went up to the alpine cabin to stack up the wood logs for the comming season, the local wood company delivered. Coud have freaked out when we approached the cabin. Well now, husband thinks I'm too demanding. Uhu... really? Who doesn't see within a split second, why it isn't a brilliant idea to unload a dumper truck of logs RIGHT AT THE STABLEDOOR THAT OPENS TO THE OUTSIDE? YOU DONT NEED AN ACADEMIC DEGREE TO SEE THAT!
I really thought quicksand was going to be a much bigger issue in my life when I was little