Seriously.
On Saturday the BF came over to help my father rebuild the gate for my sister's fence. Yes. My BF helped build the fence for my sister's house. Not my house. My sister's house. Just saying. It was my father and my BF, that is all. There is something hidden there. He spent five hours in the HOT ASS sun working. He didn't have to but he did. Best BF ever.
Yesterday I went to pick up the BFF from the airport. Lucky for me it was earlier then normal and no delays. Woot Woot. So there I am sitting the the park and wait. I turn off my car as there are signs all over that say no engine idling. What I don't notice is that my lights are on. I have my radio on but hey, no big deal. The BFF calls and says that he has got his bags. I go to turn the key and "click click click". Nothing. Mother fucker. So I call the BFF and cry to him. He then takes off and walks from the terminal to my car in the rain, carrying luggage. It ended up being the battery. Best thing ever? As he is getting ready to check under the car (looking for the starter at this point) he says to me "This shirt cost me $35 dollars".
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