Michelle: What’s a ton?
Michael: I think it’s seven.
Michelle: Really? That doesn’t seem right.
Michael: I just checked. It’s seven.
Michelle: Are you sure? That seems light.
Michael: Light?
Michelle: For a ton.
Michael: I thought you were asking what TIME it was.
Michelle: No, I want to know how many pounds are in a ton.
Michael: I think it’s fifty four.
Michelle: WHAT? NO! I do not weigh more than two tons! Fuck you!
Michael: I don’t know how much a ton weighs, other than it weighs less than my wife.
Michael: My neck is sore.
Michelle: I’m not surprised.
Michael: Can I blame my mother for this?
Michelle: Sure. You can say your mom is a pain in the neck.
Michael: I won’t jump out of an airplane, I won’t jump off a bridge, but I might rappel.
Michelle: Really?
Michael: It’s just like a shortcut to the ground!
Michelle: So? BASE jumping is an even FASTER shortcut!
And with that, he’ll probably never rappel either.
This weekend was supposed to be full of travel. I drive to Charleston to see Michael’s family. A side trip on the way home so I could take pictures at New River Gorge. Then a trip to Parkersburg to see JULES!
However, soon after we got on the interstate, we ran over something (kuh-thunk). A bit later, we discovered that when braking, we now heard a vibrating sound from the driver’s side front wheel air. I’m fearing either the disc (more bad) or the pad (less pad) got warped, which would account for the vibrating with braking at interstate speeds, but no noticeable change otherwise.
Regardless, brake problems + highway speeds != safety, so we turned around and came home. Tomorrow we’ll call the shop by our house and see if we can get the car in on Tuesday. (Having only one car means repairs are done at places within walking distance. The only real drawback we’ve found.)
Guess we wanted to spend the long weekend in town relaxing.