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| Our yard – Thank you rain and fence builders |
This afternoon I was laying on the couch watching a movie after a long and awesome day. It was just before dark. It was still cold. And I heard those fateful words calling from the backyard. From the very depths of the backyard. Curiously and cautiously I left my cozy pozy and went to check things out.
Hubby and the ute where in the backyard. The backyard that looks similar to the front yard. But steeper. With an inclined and grassed driveway size patch of turf for access. There stands Hubby hands on hips. He is kinda stuck. The ute won’t gain traction without its load. He keeps sliding backwards.
Jump in the back would you hun. He says. Why? I ask. Because I need some weight over the back wheels. I screw up my face and arch an eyebrow. You what… Honey? He misses this comment {or chooses to ignore it} and hustles me towards the back of the ute. I scramble in, because elegant climbing it is not, and take my place. Next to the punching bag.
I await some form of action. There is none for a moment and then he, of the bogged ute, appears. With two hefty 4×4’s {big chucks of timber}. He tosses them in and ambles off for more. I start to feel a little bit better about myself as clearly I do not have sufficient weight to do the job. Thank god. And then it dawns on me, this is a 1 ton ute. And I feel less great.
Anyways. Myself and the assortment of items go for a few half rides up and down the incline, never quite making it all the way up. I am by this time pissing myself laughing and the neighbours are peering over the newly constructed fence to scope out the action. I gather my wits. And begin complaining that I am cold, being eaten by mozzies and starting to get hungry. Hubby ignores me and carries on with the task at hand. Luckily.
In short. He gets out. Using snow chains. Why he owns snow chains is beyond me. And I go back inside to resume my movie. After putting dinner in the oven. Smiling to myself that this should make for a funny little tale to tell the Suger Coat’ers.
And was it ever! :o)
Suger 
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