Goats.
We need dirt. Healthy soil to aid in our transplants and upcoming summer grow season. Eileen and Susie are our dealers. They got the good stuff. So I headed over this morning, dew and all, for a simple fill and flee mission, back in an hour. Not to be.
I hit that. With my tire. It was hidden in tall grass. The tire went flat in about 2.6 seconds.
Eileen and I chatted a bit while we waited for the local service gentleman to arrive and fix her up.
I had no idea about the fancy contraption holding my spare tire underneath the pickup. Now I know. My father would be so proud. I filled the truck bed half full and took off so I could get home in time to let Laura leave early enough to hit the gym. Successful.
After I got home and got out of the shower the phone rang and it was my friend and local man about town Keith and he said he had something for me. I said bring it on over. Then this happened...
Sometimes I think I should just stay in bed in the morning.
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