Tell me you wouldn’t feel totally empowered by this!
Hubby was checking the brakes on my car and comes in the house saying, “I need your help moving the car.” So, I grab my keys and he says, “You don’t need them.” I left them behind figuring he had the spare already. I THOUGHT that I was going to pull up the car on the ramp, but no, he had something different in mind.
The jack was too tall to fit under the car, and he needed to have the wheel free, so he got a pressure-treated 4×4 board and proceeded to say, “Here, just lift the car up!” I’m strong, especially for a girly-girl, but REALLY HONEY, YOU WANT ME TO LIFT UP A FREAKING CAR???? How high???????
I did it.
THEN . . .
I sang Helen Reddy, I am Woman!
I told every man I saw in Home Depot what I did.
I danced in the grocery store.
I’m a badass.
And really, it wasn’t even that hard to do! What makes you feel like a bad-ass singing Helen Reddy songs?
Enjoying the Adventure!
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