[BILLY D.]

owning your own house is sometimes a pleasure, but at other times being a homeowner ain't all that great.

houses are a lot like women, "sometimes the pleasure ain't worth the pain."

ok ladies put weapons back, i'm sure the shoe could placed on the other foot just as easily. i'll be the first to admit i'm not perfect.

my wife was at the commisary one day and got a little to close to a fire hydrant. rubbed the rear fender with it and yellow didn't look real well on a red car and i told her so. it looked like a flame coming out of the wheel well. she proceeded to tell me how perfect i was. she said honey, your perfect, a perfect a$$hole. she wasn't a peck, peck, nag type and to get me angry enough to argue i have to be needled. that was the end of that dispute.

that evening after supper i went out and started repairs. when i said rubbed i mean rubbed. i washed the car and pulled out the polishing/rubbing compound and went to work on the smudge. after a few minutes i looked up and there was "sweet thing" that was my nickname for her, picking up a hunk of cheesecloth and getting with the program. we got done rubbing it out and put on a coat of johnsons paste wax and you couldn't even tell the fender got rubbed. we always cured all our problems together.

still got the car, all my daughters learned to drive in it. wish i still had her. tomorrow would have been our 46 wedding anniversary. but god decided he needed another angel to help him out in heaven. i'll see her again sometime.