So,.. while I was at work today I decided that I was going to try and do something about the marital problems that my wife and I are having. And, as much as I cannot stand that woman therapist, I will try and do some of the things that she says will bring back some fire and romance into our.. well,..relationship.
When I got home I went directly to the shed out back. I closed the door, I thought, and turned on the light. The 1650 was sitting there, all ready for snow duty. I smiled. I slowly approached the machine in the dim light. I put my rough calloused hands on the cold vinyl seat. I rubbed my cheek against the smooth side panels. My heart was racing! All of a sudden the door burst open and my oldest son was standing there and he yelled at me, “Dad!, what the hell are you doing?”
I was trembling now and had a hard time speaking. I said “Son. Your mother and I are having problems in the bedroom .”
He said,”Yeah, and this is supposed to help?”
“ I know, I know” I said, my voice quivering, “I don’t get it either. But the therapist said that if I wanted to save our relationship I had to do something sensual to a tractor.”
So, guess what?
Yup, now he's hitting me too.
