The Creeper

Have you ever heard of a creeper?

Yeah - me neither.

But this is a creeper:

The other day our neighbor was working to get his really tall truck a littler taller.  He was zooming in and out of the truck's bowels on this little rig.  He thought maybe the Sidekick might want to give it a try.  Spouse-the-Manly held onto one end of PVC pipe and had SKS hold onto the other while she laid her chin on that little black pad at the front of the creeper.  Then he spun her around in wide smooth circles much to her smiling, giggling delight.  Those wheels, I'm telling you, they make the creeper a magic carpet ride - smooth as air folks.  And considering some airplane rides I've been on, maybe even smoother.

On Saturday ol' Spouse-the-Wrapped-Around-His-Little-Gal's-Pinky-Finger bought her her very own creeper.  The little fire-cracker of a lady that I've been trying to coax outside for the last seven weeks has suddenly become insistent that we spend all of our time in the out-of-doors - in the front-out-of-doors where the driveway and the creeper happen to be.  My shoulders are getting way buff.

What I want to know is, why did it have to be in the 50's with a stiff, cold wind when the Sidekick decided to emerge from her cocoon?  Why can't it still be 78 degrees with a 1mph wind like it was all those days that I wanted her to emerge from her cocoon? 

Maybe I need to be nicer.  I'll work on that.