The monstrosity in the driveway
Greetings from the Ridge.
Last week I recounted the battle of vacations between Herb and I. Herb was intent on staying home and spending his life drinking sun tea and watching the cattle sales on the RFD network while I, his adventuresome bride, insisted that we get out and have a fling while we’ve still got something to be flung. I thought we’d settled things until yesterday morning when I went out on the porch to get the paper and saw what was sitting in our driveway.
“Herb! What in the heck is this thing?”