Tarps and Husbands

I realize that men don't have a uterus and that sometimes renders them incapable of doing things right, and I also realize that that is a generalization that doesn't apply to many of their species, however, the one I'm married to is NOT an exception to that rule.

I carried all of our beach paraphernalia out to the truck and he was responsible for loading it. He decided to use a tarp to cover everything in case we need it on the way back if it rained. We picked up Lindsay early at school and headed got on the road at 12:30. Within 5 minutes of getting on the Interstate the tarp starts trying to dislodge itself from the bungee cords and by the time we stopped 10 minutes later it was just hanging on by a thread. So over we pull and he gets out to "fix" it. Of course, if he had done it right in the first place he wouldn't be having to fix anything, but I tried to keep my mouth shut and let him handle it. Needless to say it didn't take it long to come undone once we got started again and so I obsessed for 20 miles about it flying off. Once we got to Seguin I couldn't stand it any more and I made him stop and I got out to fix it. It at lease lasted an hour before it started coming loose again, which wasn't my fault because if it had been done properly in the first place we wouldn't have had to ever worry about it. Anyway, by that time he was tired of driving and we stopped again to get gas and switch drivers and I again tried to fix it.

To make a long story short, we had to stop an additional 3 times before we ever made it to the beach. But we did finally make it. Mom & Dad and Uncle Tommy were waiting on us and we got unloaded. I'm not sure that Mom left anything at her house judging from what all we unloaded of hers! Kara and Aunt B arrived shortly after we did. And sucking the hind tit was Brem-Brem, Larry, Travis and Miss G. After getting somewhat settled we hit the sand and got our toes wet!