Middle Son J rolled in about 2:30 am. The whole neighborhood heard him. He had spent the first part of the evening with a couple of mechanic friends actually trying to make his truck louder. It involved pipes and a hacksaw and God knows what. It actually cost money for parts.
I don’t know about you, but I’m embarrassed when my vehicle sounds loud. I go to the mechanic to get it fixed! I asked him why he actually wants to make his truck louder. I questioned him about the legality of it. Big Daddy said that I just don’t get it. Big Daddy said “Why do girls want shiny shoes instead of basic black?”
I’m drowning in a sea of testosterone.
