Did you just instantly sprout (more) hair on your chest and bellow like a participant in the World's Strongest Man competition?? There is nothing more manly than a skid steer! Since Woody was uncomfortable piloting a skid steer made of out modeling clay and lacking safety netting, Brian set him up with this one:
With this Woody could move spectacular loads of wood, shingles, oil drums, grass, dirt, small children, some of the more gaseous planets, etc. etc.
But, for all his efforts, he could not budge this formidable obstacle:
The Pillar of Fortitude (aka the clothesline) stood tall despite repeated assaults by the mighty skid steer. Woody pushed, Brian pulled, to no avail. I am quite sure it is anchored to the earth's core itself.
As Woody deftly maneuvered around our house, a number of annoying features of our property disappeared. Among them our electricity. Our electric meter had the nerve to get in the way of Woody's skid steer trick riding and met a loud shattery demise. After some debate as to whether Duke Power would cut us off entirely when they saw just how many power strips and extension cords we have snaking around the house, we called and hoped for the best. We got better than the best! We got a fancy new meter that will provide hours of entertainment with its high tech digital display:
How much will our boo boo cost us? As Brian said:
"The cost of having Duke Power come out on a Sunday? Who knows.
The cost of driving a skid steer all day? Priceless."
With thanks to Visa for the tagline that keeps on giving.
We also now have what I am calling the Moore Moat to protect the house. We are planning to fill this ditch with water and attack fish to protect all our dubloons inside.
At the end of the day, the dumpster looked like this:
And Woody's legs looked like this:
Many thanks to Brian and Ginger AGAIN for all their help!
No comments:
Post a Comment