CAPP OCONNELL UPDATE: As I peel the last 50 feet or so of blue tape off of her freshly painted skin and look around my yard that looks like Macy’s Day Parade just passed through I can’t help but feel a little sad. Her face lift is nearly finished. Oh there’s still a few little things to add, but we’re down to the” what you see is what you get.” Still a little trim to add, a few pieces of glass. Still need to try her on her new shoes with the shiny, chrome Moons. Hope she likes them. Women can be funny about these things. Don’t get me wrong. Still plenty to do inside, but even that’s getting close. One of the ‘Little Things” would be....Where for the love of Pete do all these wires go? Between the stereo, T.V., T.V. antennae, satellite radio, satellite radio antennae, future surround sound, outdoor speakers, two porch lights, five interior lights, four clearance lights, brake lights, tail lights, turn signals, 110, 12 volt , power inverter, fridge rater and the worlds heaviest battery. I don’t even wanna be on the property when Kevin heats this thing up. My town of Arco is known as the first city to be lit by atomic power, it could soon be the only city that runs on 12 volt. You’re telling me all that crap is gonna run off of one battery? I pay $100.00 a month for power in my house and I don’t have half that much strung around in here. The inside of that trailer looks Picasso painted a hedgehog then turned it inside out. Oh, but the electrician, (Theme Music), he and only he knows where they all go. Know why? Cause unlike us stupid, common carpenters, he went to school for 6 months. Never mind that I can hand cut a roof, build a set of stairs, run crown molding and basically build an entire McDonalds from scratch. He went to school and he knows that the red wire connects to the red wire. Did ya ever notice when they show up the first thing they do is put on a pair of gloves you could handle live plutonium with. That like your surgeon showing up with a box of Band-Aids in his pocket. You can always tell an electrician, just not much. But I digress. So when is the big day you may ask? When will me and Ezzy go down to the court house and make it legal, when will she take my name? I’m hoping for Friday. I’d like to take her to Mackey, Idaho for the honeymoon....What? And believe me I can’t wait to run her right on down the main drag with flags furlin’ and chrome shinin’ and Johnny Cash’s” I got her one piece at a time” blarin’ out of the speakers right in front of all the ‘Nay Sayers’. All those people who’d drive by my house and honk and yell “Expecting rain Noah?” Or “Hey Capp what’s a cubit?” or my personal favorite, “Any survivors?” Now for those of you that may think this journey is over, that the story ends her. All I can say is, Oh contra ire Mon Petite, it has only begun. If you think this was weird wait till the weird get going. It may only be 25 miles to Mackey but I got a feeling that Hannibal getting’ those elephants over them mountains was child’s play compared to the events about to unfold this week-end. So stay tuned.... Film at 11.... Just sayin... Capp
Posted on: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 04:27:50 +0000
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