Your not allowed in the ditch.....

OK I know the blog is about my 'creatures' but you will come to learn I can come up with some good stories.

So we are having a French Drain dug around two sides of our house, it looks like I live in a war zone or we are building a mot and the Croc's will be delivered at noon. Gary has to tar the foundation and I was the clean up crew in the ditch when the machine would dig out dirt and leave behind, I would shovel it in the mess again to be dug out, well try again, just didn't want to leave the hole.  Then we got to a smaller area, and I was told, "Stay out of the ditch" I think, stay out, this is fun, why?  Well I was told the sides could cave in and I would be taken out in a body bag.  I'm thinking, man these guys are no fun! So I stayed out of the ditch, highly against my wishes.

But I was the dump truck driver on Saturday.  We were taking the dirt away by dump truck too, so they are digging and filling the truck, I hear.... "Crabtree go dump it"  I am thinking, I get to drive and dump I am doing the happy dance I reply "OK"  as I pass Gary in the drive, I say out the window, "Gary I just unhook this and dump, right" "right" OK and I hit the gas.  I was the dump truck driver Saturday and in my glory.

You will also come to learn I am not your average girl and I am so far from 'pink' you can imagine.  I DO have a pink shirt, but it is just 'not me'.

So that was my weekend, oh I better go, I need to order two more tandem loads of stone.