Be Glad You Don’t Have Smellovision

Tomorrow they are pumping the septic this is already on our land. They have to do it in order to work to lengthen the drain line. Heck, I don’t blame them…can you imagine?? ugh.

THIS IS WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS;
I think I could drive it to school.

I think this might be more fun than even my riding mower. Have me tell you sometime about how I drove my riding mower the mile home from the repair shop rather than pay them twenty-five dollars to deliver it. I drove down Haywood, on a Friday afternoon in February, with Ann following me. She is still a nervous wreck; I had the time of my life.

This is the small dozer digging up the septic stinky stuff. I cannot even begin to tell you how nice these people are. Just real honest, down-to-earth people.

I walked on this dirt in sandals and then had to go to a meeting. I looked down and my toes were orange. Oh well, it was a boring meeting and I amused myself looking at my dirty toes.

This is for Ann; she will get a kick out of it.