I will quote him from many times in the past, "Paybacks are hell".
The other day we were driving around on the Gator while I TRIED to take pictures at break neck speeds We were checking a pond to see if it was holding water. Not much. Then Hubby drove right off the steep bank with no warning, straight down. I didn't even have time for a dirty word. I was gripping a secure spot with both hands. Then he noticed my bare foot as we drove OUT OF THE POND. He said, "Didn't think those little toes could hold on like that. You have little white monkey toes." Then I found those words...and he laughed and laughed and mentioned he loved me a time or two.
We've had memory glitches lately (too bad we can't have our memory upgraded like computers). Hubby was panicking because he couldn't remember if he poured gas or diesel into the tractor. Both are red jugs. The diesel has a D on it but Hubby couldn't remember which jug he had used!
After the problem was resolved I made sure it wouldn't happen again...
He won again! Didn't bother him a bit, said he needed that and would be proud to fill it up at the station. Some one please help me outwit this rat!