A few weekends ago, the guys (plus two girls -- Natty and Jess) came over and did a bit of D&D-ing (in a zombie setting, no less!). You know... some dice, some sheets of paper with player stats, a bottle of Cheeze-Whiz and some energy drinks. Man stuff.
Well, rewind to the day before when Dustin goes out into the garage and finds that I've left my keys in the car and the battery is dead, dead, dead.
Hey, I remembered to bring the baby in and that's what's important, right?
Well, the man date was the perfect chance for Bessie the Moo Cow (my car - don't judge) to get a little CPR. The only problem? I had pulled her in hood first for some reason instead of backing in like I normally do. So, the hood and dead battery were facing the house and we don't have a portable charger. Bessie needed to be pushed out of the garage and up our hilly drive way to get a little zap and bring her back to life. Now, I can do a lot of things even though I'm in a wheelchair but helping push my car up our driveway is not one of them.
Reason number 256 why guys are good?
"Collective manly strength."