I want a backyard. Nothing fancy. Nothing elaborate. Just grass. (And a fire pit, a vegetable garden, a sandbox and a trampoline) I decided to start getting the back yard ready for grass sod by getting some guys from church to help us out. We pulled weeds. We raked weeds. We packed bag after bag of weeds and then started dumping 6 truck loads of soil into the yard. Guess how I got the pick up truck filled with dirt?
Oh yes I did. I drove a backhoe. To be clear, I didn’t actually DRIVE it but they did let me sit in the pit and move the shovel thingy around. I didn’t make the tracks move but making that hundred pound shovel swing and making the pit rotate was like the best roller coaster. It was amazing! I think I’m hooked. Do you think I could get a backhoe to fit in my backyard so I could go out there and play in it? The kids will get their yard toys. What about mine?
Thanks for the dirt Joe!
holy smokes! I can’t believe you are you sure you’re mine? My little girl in that huge machine?!
okay you guys… it’s official, you have the coolest mom EVER! From this moment on you have ABSOLUTELY NO REASON TO COMPLAIN. I repeat, you can now NEVER think badly about your mom. But I can think badly of her… Jennifer, why didn’t you invite me? What the heck were you thinking? I don’t care that I live a billion miles away… this I could have made it to