Umm, yeah.

Set it back down, go get 10 gallons of gasoline, dump it all around the shed while staying on the tractor and leave a nice trail of it away.

Get your 12 gauge and load it with bird shot

Then snag a long pole with a rag tied on the end.

Light the rag on fire and stick it in the trail of gas.

Fuck that shed and anything in it.

Fuck those snakes too.

Shoot any that try to escape.

So The Wifely Unit wanted to go out to brunch for Easter and had made some reservations for 10:30 this morning. As I had envisioned, I was sore as a motherfucker this morning from all the exertion yesterday, re-arranging the entire garage.

We head out and are supposed to meet The Kid and his girlfriend but of course they are running late because she didn’t have her shit together.

We finally got sat down, ordered had a nice meal and was working on dessert. The place had filled up after we had gotten there and everyone was just loud as hell for some reason.

Probably the never ending Mimosa’s they had along with their breakfast special.

One poor girl waitressing for over 30 people, she was getting run ragged and I felt for her.

Time seemed to fly by and as the rest of my group were starting to think about ordering shots of Tequila to wash it all down, I noticed that was already 1:00 in the afternoon.

Yeah, you guys do whatever the hell you want, I gotta go do the front brakes on The Wifely Unit’s hoopty.

So they all agreed that The Wife and our oldest boy would get a ride home with The Kid and his GF.

Works for me. I hauled ass outta there but had to stop and get gas on the way home first.

Have some sticker shock Phil.

Sweet Jesus, gas had gone up 75 cents in a week!

$85.50 for 19 gallons of Regular.

Fuck You Biden. Fucking Commie Bastard.

After that little ass raping, I ran home, got changed, opened up the garage door and started hauling tools out front.

Her car has been making grinding sounds for over a week and I was dreading pulling the wheels off to surely find no brake material and wasted rotors.

I already knew the back brakes are completely shot but I was hoping to save at least another $500 on the repair bill that Les Schwab was going to hand us next week because I am not doing the rear brakes again. My body can’t take it anymore and just replacing the front pads was going to push it.

I had to order the front pads yesterday because my parts store didn’t have them in stock so just in case, I called them to see of they had rotors in stock and yes they did.

I got everything laid out, pulled up my little Mechanics rolling stool that was my Dad’s and went to sit down to start in.

About half way down my legs just started screaming at me.

I finally just flopped down on the seat and then had to sit there with my eyes squeezed shut and my teeth clenched together while I rode out the massive wave of pain.

I’m telling ya, it sure felt good when it quit hurting.

Off with the hubcap and wheel and started taking a peek at the rotor on the driver’s side where it sounded like the grinding was coming from.

Looked good on the outside so I gently ran my finger across the back side. Miracle of miracles, it wasn’t eaten up.

Since the wife was home by then I ran up and bought the pads and skipped the new rotors.

It hurt like a bastard every time I had to get up and sit back down but I finally got both sides done.

Just, in time too.

Not much left there before it started eating the rotors.

We got our monies worth out of that set for sure.

I took it for a test drive, came back and popped off the left front plastic hubcap because I was hearing a chirp every time that wheel went around . Some of the retaining tabs have been broken for years and sometimes it makes noise as it rotates.

Took off again, no noise anymore and tested the brakes several times.

No more grinding from the front and no more chirping after I put the hubcap back on either.

Yay me.

Tomorrow it goes in for two new front tires, a complete rear brake job and then we will see if they come back with some front suspension/steering issues because it certainly needs an alignment too.

The inner edge of the drivers side front tire was worn pretty good but not dangerously so.

I had to take several breaks but I finally got everything put back away and then came in the house to collapse in my recliner.

I can’t wait to see how sore I’m going to be tomorrow, the second day is always the worst.

But for right now I can just chill out and enjoy the rest of a nice day.