d'kid
Nitro Member
Okay, call me stupid...
When I got home for lunch, Kat asked me to change a couple of light bulbs... and no blond jokes here guys....
one in the bathroom was no problem... however when I was finishing the two over her desk in the kitchen, felt a tug in my left thigh... no biggie... tried to walk it off, and calve muscle cramped... went back to work, and on the third shift (I love that 5spd) both locked solid...
needless to say, I'm home again... heating pads on both...
So, the question is, how many old farts does it take to change a light bulb? From this day on... none... just gonna ask K'dubs to do it from now on...
d'kid
When I got home for lunch, Kat asked me to change a couple of light bulbs... and no blond jokes here guys....
one in the bathroom was no problem... however when I was finishing the two over her desk in the kitchen, felt a tug in my left thigh... no biggie... tried to walk it off, and calve muscle cramped... went back to work, and on the third shift (I love that 5spd) both locked solid...
needless to say, I'm home again... heating pads on both...
So, the question is, how many old farts does it take to change a light bulb? From this day on... none... just gonna ask K'dubs to do it from now on...
d'kid