Last evening just after supper, we were treated to the sight every redneck girl dreams of: a big rig pulled up to my house...
...and backed into my back yard! Yes Sir, we're stylin' now! I wonder if this will land me any trendy blog awards?
The driver skillfully maneuvered past my prized cactus garden...
...and under the chicly decorative tractor trailer that has graced my partially mown lawn.
It was indeed quite a show!
And then we found out that all the moving pads evidently belong to UHaul, so we had to remove them and fold them to return.
But finally, yes finally...
So as we stood as a family and gazed at the riveting sight of those tail lights growing slowly smaller, we all said,
"Hey! You're cutting it really close on the left, Pal!!!"
That's one huge container down, one to go. With that thing gone, I feel less like putting out plastic flamingos or nailing fake squirrels to a tree. I may even go take the curlers out of my hair now and take down the Christmas lights.
Yes, I'm kidding.