Mr. C boasts the brawn and I control the money, so when a job arises that requires filthy lucre we drive off to wherever I must spread the stuff. Asked if it was fun to spend other peoples money, he said ‘not really’. I would think the opposite, but some people just aren’t much for shopping.

The preferred method of transportation is my truck and I drive. I enjoy not being trapped in someone’s vehicle at their discretion. Doesn’t matter how much I trust them, it’s a control issue.
This morning I had to ride shotgun in Mr.C’s dinky, smelly pickup. Now, I’m not a snot… if a thing smells bad, it just does. Didn’t matter, since the gate would not have fit in Liz.

Either the man drives like a coked up squirrel or I’m just not used to being that close to the pavement… or other cars… He frightened me a few times.

Took this with my cell at the fence company, thinking ‘if I don’t make it back, this will be the last picture I ever take…’ Drama much? Mr. C is there on the right.

Does it bother me that my cell takes a better photograph than a camera I paid $200 for? Why, yes it does!

Anyway, we should have another, much needed, gate in the fence by the end of the week!

The dogs got out last evening and if hubby hadn’t arrived home at the exact moment he did… I can’t think about it. That will not happen again.