Don’t test me!
Posted by Carrie on 26 Jun 2008 | Tagged as: Rants and vents
It’s hot. I go outside to the garage to see about hauling out the kiddie pool. I am barefoot, because I am a MORON.
Kiddie pool: has no plug. 
I go back in the garage in search of the sprinkler.
Sprinkler: nowhere to be found. 
Interlude: one of the new renters in the house next door is having a very involved conversation on his phone next to an open window. By “involved,” I mean “loud.” By “loud,” I mean “angry.” By “angry,” I mean “filled with obscenities and screaming violence.” At one point, he hollered the phrase that I now dearly want on a tee-shirt: “DON’T TEST ME, I’M IN [censored] WISCONSIN!”
Gabe keeps trying to come out to see what’s happening, but he’s not wearing shoes, and since I’m not only a MORON but a hypocrite as well, I kept sending him back in. Oh, and I’d rather him not learn the very spicy new language of the neighbor. (Now, why is he threatening to call his sister? What’s she going to do? Is she a mob leader?) So he’s agitated, I’m frustrated, and in the middle of everything, I step down hard on a thumbtack hidden on the ground, which embeds itself in my heel.
Don’t test me, I’m in [censored] Wisconsin. (But my tetanus shot is up to date, according to the doctor’s records. 
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3 Comments »
on 26 Jun 2008 at 6:46 pm
Kelly said …
I would love a t-shirt that said that. I especially love the “[censored]” part. It’s making me giggle each time I read it. I keep re-reading it.
on 26 Jun 2008 at 7:40 pm
Tammy said …
I love that idea for a t-shirt. Too funny.
on 27 Jun 2008 at 7:09 am
Netter said …
I think a 50-state line would be fun. Don’t test me, I’m in {censored} Jersey is perfect! might be a hard sell in parts of Utah, though.