(This is not the truck. The truck was white when we left but was brown when we turned in the drive tonite)
We began this excursion at 2:30, we got stuck at 3, the tow truck showed up at 6:15 and we were on our way at 6:45.
To make things even MORE pleasant, is that the grandmother does not like us. Or my daughter. And was very unpleasant. That is mild.
AND I was good. VERY good. Did not say anything bad. Did not punch anyone.
And I got to play in the mud. My hands have now been washed FOUR times and I still can't get all the mud out of the cracks in my hands. (We didn't have a shovel so I dug mud from under tires with my fingers.)
Micah will never live this down as long as I live. Never. Very rarely do I get to hold stuff over my kids head, but this is a definite one.
Maybe tomorrow, all the mud will be gone. Wonder how many washin's it will take?
Kackle! It makes for a unpleasant situation to be a pleasanter situation!!