You have no idea how many people tell me that I should have cameras in my house and then sell the footage to a network for a reality tv show. I’m sure a large portion of that, (if not all of it), is based on my relationship with Denny. He is generally pretty funny, and I’m well, if you haven’t noticed, fairly sarcastic with a pretty good sense of humor myself. At any rate, if you’ve read my blog before you know that sometimes Denny acts before he thinks. Yesterday was another one of those days.

So a little background which brought us to yesterday…

Last week Denny’s air compressor bit the dust. A new one on the cheap end was going to be at least $900.00. An expenditure that I certainly wasn’t about to approve without a fight. Had that been for scrapbook supplies, maybe, but an air compressor, uhh no way. Anyway, so I called Sears and found out the parts we needed to fix it were not being made anymore. At that point I made the executive decision, (cuz of course that’s who I am around here… the executive decision maker), to wing it and order something from a different, but similar model, crossing my fingers that when the parts came, they would work. Well, they didn’t. Stinks to be me.

Which brings me to Wednesday. Denny went to work, I’m sure visibly mourning the loss of his compressor, when the powers that be over there told him to take one they had in the back. Yes, they like Denny, a lot. Anyway, its commercial sized, and would need some special stuff to make it work here in a residential, but that was still less than $900.00 for another compressor. Denny came home, told me about his new baby and went in the garage. His time in the garage, long story short, resulted in his original compressor working. Yipee.

But, and there is always a but, Denny figured, why not take the one from work just in case. I agreed. Mind you I had never seen this thing before, and that’s a whole new lesson learned on my part….

So yesterday, Denny came home from work and said he was going to borrow a cherry picker from my dad to get the compressor from work out of his truck. This is a cherry picker:

At this point I still haven’t seen it, and frankly, I just didn’t care. It’s dark and we go get the cherry picker. When we get home and Denny turns on the garage lights I finally see it…

I should note that:

  1. This is a full size pickup, not one of those little jobs
  2. The Denny loaded it in the truck with a FORK LIFT
  3. That the cherry picker is only even capable of lifting around 2 tons.

I stood there in shock, and then in laughter, telling Denny what a, uhh, schmuck he was for even thinking that cherry picker was going to move that monster even an inch. Denny’s reply: “Hmmm, it didn’t look that big when I put it in there.”

Maybe I’m really missing the boat on that reality tv thing.

~j