I’ve not posted much lately.  Not much out of the ordinary has been happening.  So I get home today and there is a light blue, dump truck in our driveway.  Not totally unusual.

My hubs works on cars so people are always coming by asking him to look at different ailments on the vehicles and he love every minute of it.  I come in the house and ask what’s the story on the dump truck?  He looks at me and says “I don’t know.  They are your friends.”  Huh?  What?

So the story is these two young guys come to our house, tell Jason they know “Miss Carrie” and want to know if he can fix their work truck.  Are you kidding??  They leave the truck and the keys.  Who does that?  I asked did he get their name or number.  Nope.

Trying to get a description of these guys from Jason is like giving a cat a bath. Oh, well.