...about ten days ago we did buy a pickup. It's a 14 year-old Ford F150 with a manual transmission that drives just as well as you might expect a vehicle of its kind to drive (remember Dan's van in 1997, Kit?).
Then Jer and I each drove a vehicle into the Big City for the weekend. He had to fly out to Chicago for his very last Board Exam (last one, woohoo!) and I had to get out of Radiator Springs and also pick up a dining set.
A. documented our trip into town.
 |
| we raced Daddy and BR on the way there (no we didn't) |
 |
| we passed Casa on the way (tee hee) |
I loaded up the truck and headed home. (wow, typing that was so much easier than doing it.)
tada! no more feeding the childrens like they are dogs!
 |
| (somewhat ironically, the table and chairs were made in India) |
There is another benefit of owning a pickup that we had not foreseen:
the bed provides not only a new place to play but a stage for impromptu street performances!
1 comment:
Times are hard, eh? Gotta send the kids out to go beg for money? Don't say they haven't learned anything from India... ;-)
Post a Comment