“Hon, the clutter out there is driving me crazy.” Annie nodded toward the garage.
“I can’t find anything!”
Since the earthquake last week, Annie had been picking up broken light bulb shards and motley automotive doodads from every square inch of the slab floor. Somewhere in this mishmash of a garage were the tubs of winter clothes, patiently waiting to be unearthed.
“Matt!” Maybe if I had a set of mag wheels and a racing spoiler he’d give me a hand, she thought with disgust.
She’d tried several times to get her husband to help her, but Matt couldn’t be bothered during NASCAR season.
“Matt, it’s supposed to freeze tomorrow. I need to get to those long johns.”
“Yeah!” he roared.
“Good, I’m glad you finally…” Annie began, only to frown moments later.
“Attaboy, Jeff!” Matt howled with delight as driver Jeff Gordon broke away from the pack.
He wasn’t even listening! Ooh, that makes me so mad! I oughta…
“Hey, Babe, would you bring me a Pepsi?”
Completely oblivious! Yeah, I’ll bring you a Pepsi, right after I shove that remote up your nose!
“Sure,” she said through clenched teeth.
Annie opened the fridge and let the crisp blast of air cool her temper. Hmm. This could work to my advantage, she thought, grabbing the cold soda. Let’s see just how selective his hearing really is.
She went back to the den with a jaunty spring in her step. This could be fun!
Annie handed the Pepsi to Matt, who was teetering on the edge of his seat in anticipation of the next lap.
“Hon, I think I’ll go to the mall while you watch the race, OK?”
“I have a credit card that is burning a hole in my purse, and I thought I might just max it out today.”
Mmmmhmmm. Just as I thought. Let’s try this again.
“On second thought, maybe I’ll just stay here.” Annie paused, waiting for a reaction.
Nothing! Not even a grunt!
“Yeah, I thought I’d dye my hair green and set it on fire. You mind telling me where you keep the blowtorch?”
“The blowtorch, Matt.”
“Oh, yeah, it’s in the garage with the tools,” he said, waving her off.
Of course it’s in the garage, with all the other junk you’ve left sitting all week!
Annie left to sift through the mess in the garage. Half an hour passed before she finally emerged with the blowtorch.
“Yeah?” he said, barely looking up.
“Didn’t you say you wanted one of those flaming paint jobs on the Mustang?”
“I think that can be arranged.” Her lips twisted into a mischievous grin as she bolted out the front door, firing up the blowtorch.
Matt finally awakened to the situation at hand, his eyes widening in horror. “Whaaaa—WHAT are you doing?” He darted after her, hoping to save his beloved muscle car from certain doom.
“Well, it took a blowtorch to finally light a fire under your butt!” Annie smirked, turning off the blowtorch in amusement.
Matt cleaned the garage that very afternoon. He hid the blowtorch.
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