1937 Packard with a rumble seat!
But for today:
I am the world’s worst at having a small task to do and saying to myself, “This will be no problem, it is a small paint touch up job. No need to change clothes, I will be careful.”
Then I proceed to get grease on my new pants or paint on a good shirt. "HONEST, honey it is not intentional." I just forget quickly that I just did the same thing a few weeks ago and the shirt is now a REAL WORK shirt. I said then 'this won't happen again!' LOL how I lied to myself.
So fact is, for a non-working man I have too many ‘work’ clothes. These work clothes are the result of my broken ‘rememberer.’
In my youth and up until a few years ago you could buy grease for utility jobs in a small bucket, called at home, ‘Cup Grease.’ If you needed a dab of grease you just opened the can and got some on your finger. For fitting or to pack bearings. I tried two stores, ”No grease in a can, BUT we have tubes and cartridges for grease guns.”
I told him I have that at home myself. So, All I need is a little grease. My grease gun is empty. In the process I get grease on another ‘good’ shirt.
Later I try to redeem myself by ‘camouflaging’ my errors…
Here are some:
This became my paint shirt, I will soon have paint shirt too, 3 & 4 LOL