The newest craze has developed into Chubby Chicks Garage. Reality TV as it sits does not hold a candle to what happens with us. I would hope for a TV show but our language would have to be censored and people would think our antics were staged, which they wouldn’t be because you can’t make this stuff up.
A little background on the Chubby Chicks:
Me: You all probably have a good idea of who I am from my stories so I will just add a few things that you may not know. I am a list maker, I love crossing stuff off of a list, done, complete, yes!! I am a perfectionist when it comes to projects, no drips, precise painting, the lines need to match up, etc. I get caught up in the moment no matter what it is, buying, selling, story telling, laughing, you name it. I have the patience of a saint when it comes to my partner in crime, always have, probably always will. I think it’s because she severely lacks patience. I’m starting to think I’m hard of hearing. I am a smart alec and very very sarcastic.
Her: She gets caught up in the moment, especially buying, selling and getting a good deal. She has the ‘if it’s a good deal then I need to be the one that gets the good deal’ attitude, even if it’s something we probably can’t use. She has a short temper and flies off the handle one second and is back to your friend the next. It’s incredible to witness sometimes and sometimes it’s not so incredible when she flies off the handle at me. She’s funny. Her sense of humor matches mine and lots of times that can be dirty and raunchy. We’ve both been bartenders for a long time, that definitely gets into your personality. She mumbles and talks to me while she is walking away. She does too many things at once so doesn’t listen well and the story is usually mixed up. She is ADD, she will start something, not finish it, move to the next, not finish it and move to the next. This too is entertaining to watch. I end up going behind her to finish stuff up.
With both of us having the trait of getting caught up in the moment you can imagine what our ‘to do’ pile is like. We were short on dressers after our sale, we are no longer short on dressers…..at all. Our pile of undone projects has taken over our entire work area. With refurbishing and painting furniture you don’t have to be a perfectionist and my partner knows this. So the first coat of paint is sloppy, and that’s okay….with me…if she does it. It’s not okay with me if I do it. Because she mumbles, I say “what?” a lot and it irritates her. Sometimes I do it just to get under her skin. It’s my sick and twisted little way of getting back at her for something…or nothing I suppose.
We manage to get ourselves into situations that are hilarious….at least after the fact. The other day we were bringing the skinny guy’s (her husband) truck home. His truck has a broken small side window that’s fixed with cardboard and duct tape (classy, yet effective). We call it the McGyver truck because it needs a key made out of a popsicle stick and two pieces of wire, or something like that, in order to start. I believe you also have to walk around it twice, jump up and down three times and say a small prayer before getting in to start it. Once we dropped off the McGyver truck my partner in crime got in my car and put her head in her hands. I immediately said “what did you do?” She looked at me and said “drive, I can’t talk or I’ll cry”. So of course being the supportive friend I am I started driving and immediately started talking “who called, did someone die, did you pee your pants, I can’t help you if I don’t know what the problem is”. She’s yelling at me in the passenger seat “shut up, don’t make me laugh, this isn’t funny?” I said “well, it must be your laughing” to which she replied “I’m laughing because you’re an ass”.
After a bought of laughing and a couple of miles down the road she said “I locked ALL my keys in the truck”. I laughed hysterically and said “why didn’t you take the duct tape off the broken window and grab them?” She looked at me as if I had grown a third arm and her face turned red with embarrassment. She looked at me and said “turn around and go back, shut up and don’t tell anyone about this”. It took me about 15 minutes to stop giggling and her to stop laughing and crying. It took me about 30 minutes to tell someone about it.
Here’s to many more adventures from Chubby Chicks Garage.