Now that he’s down with all that debris, he goes out and does this.
He went to my Mom’s and borrowed a roto-tiller from Jack, a roto-tiller I didn’t even know they had. Of course this visit ends up in a trip to Dairy Queen—for a Twist Cone!
I am pretty sure he’s worked that one off.
I just don’t know about all those other trips to Dairy Queen!
but, Hey! The formerly scabby corner of the yard sure looks nice now:)
I just kept the Iced Tea coming.