I had another one of those days last Saturday where everything goes wrong.

I started off the day by waking up late, which provided me with at least some much needed rest. However, the night before I had been visiting with friends until much later than my usual bedtime.

I suppose I generally lead a boring life by some standards, but I find it fits me just fine.

Anyway, I probably wasn't as rested as I might have been otherwise.

After I got up and around, I started my day by learning that there was no bread in the house. I had my heart set on an egg sandwich. To me, egg sandwiches are the perfect food: easy to prepare, easy to eat and wonderful to the palate.

At any rate, I couldn't have an egg sandwich, so I opted for something weird. I found a few hotdog buns and dipped them in egg, milk and vanilla extact. I was thinking about french toast, but it didn't exactly work out that way.

I fried it in an iron skillet and ate it with maple syrup, but it wasn't exactly like those mom used to make, if you know what I mean. Even so, once I scraped off the burnt parts it tasted just fine. After my ‘delicous' breakfast, I stopped off at a yard sale and browsed around, where I found a shortwave radio and a hunting vest, all for $1.25. You can't beat a yard sale for bargains.

After stopping at a few places, I went over to a fellow's house who has been working for me to pick him up. He has a tractor, dump truck and flatbed trailer. In order to use his trailer, I had to unload it — it was covered up in boards. After I got it unloaded, we decided to take his dump truck and pick up a few loads of dirt.

As we started down the road, the truck started shaking like it was going to fall completely apart. Every time I got over 35, it started getting the shakes. Since I had already mounted the trailer, I had to drive around the long way because there wasn't anywhere to turn around with a dump truck and a 16-foot low boy.

As soon as I got his truck back, we decided to take my car and get my truck, which was parked at my house. On the way, I told him I would drop him off where we were working to go ahead and get started moving dirt with the tractor.

When we arrived, I showed him all the areas where we could move dirt and where I wanted it placed.

After we had gone through the entire spiel, he started to get on the tractor and noticed that both tires were flat on one side. If the back one hadn't been full of fluid, it likely would have been on the rim. He opted then to just ride along with me and pick up my air tank and pickup truck.

We got there fine and loaded up the truck before realizing that I had already loaned out my small air compressor to another friend. The fellow with the tractor said he had one, but it was back at his house. We loaded back up in the truck and started back to his house when the rain set in. It was raining so hard I had to pull over and wait for a little while before going on to his house. By the way it was coming down, I could tell that the rain was going to be the order of the day. There was no way I was going to get anything at all done. I went back home and kicked back on the couch, the same place I ate the burnt breakfast, thinking, "Sometimes it just doesn't pay to leave home."

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