Having a difficult time interacting with the seven different remote controls in your living room? You're on the struggle bus. Squirrels and chipmunks can often drive a grown man onto the struggle bus.
The Goat frequently drives the struggle bus, mostly suffering in silence. I'll find him sitting before the computer, brow collapsed in consternation as iTunes glows before him.
"What's the problem, Hon?"
"How do I know if it's downloading?"
I click. The download screen magically appears. The struggle bus pulls back into the station.
Last week, however, 'twas Lil' OB and your humble hostess on the struggle bus. Not sure how this happens in a world of ubiquitous advertising, but we somehow thought last Sunday was Fathers Day and gave the Goat his gift--a tumbling compost bin.
Perhaps because I was on the struggle bus myself, I did not get a photo of the Goat assembling the compost bin, which was pretty much wall-to-wall struggle bus material that even included a spate of Universal Repair (a method by which the operator repeatedly impacts an incooperative object with a hammer).
In the end, however, the Goat triumphed.
And as you can see, we wasted no time in putting our new apparatus to use.
So happy Fathers Day Eve to all the dads out there. Have a beer. Stay off the struggle bus and know we love ya 365 days a year.
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