I went out into the garage this morning, to start up my truck (a 79 lifted Chevy Silverado named Jack), to take him into town for a service. There was a cardboard box sitting on his hood, so I just backed out of the garage, leaving the box there.
I jumped out and grabbed the box, to move it back into the garage. As I picked it up, I really wished I’d worn my brown pants! I thought I was in the Twilight Zone for a second. The damned box was talking!
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It turns out Steph was cleaning the garage, and left the box on my truck. Somewhere inside the box is one of her grandson Dillan’s toys.
I still haven’t looked inside, I’m too freaked out!
I see this happen all the time. I’m staging in the Broulim’s parking lot and one person starts the event by pulling too far ahead in their parking spot. The next person in, determines their stopping position based on the car to their left. Pretty soon, several cars are looking really stupid :-)
Driggs has a pretty sweet little skate park. They’re building a new skate park behind this one, for the newbies, and behind that is a Frisbee course. There’s also a new bike trail being constructed that seems to connect the whole valley.
Sure beats needles in the downtown city park, drive-by shootings, and crack houses :-)
Our garage door tanked on us last night. The cable broke, and the do-lapper-dinker stopped spinning on it’s rocking ball. Our vehicles are trapped inside. Fortunately, the “G Man” is on his way. Garage door repair on a Sunday is pretty cool.