I'm feeling old. It's my "welcome to the world" day today, and after messing with hooking up my rock rake, then the box blade, then the rock rake, then the box blade, I'm not embarrassed to say, I'm feeling my age. Chores aren't going to cease no matter. So it's time. Time for me to admit that I'm no spring chicken. Time for me to invest in an expensive shovel. I'm working on convincing my sugar momma I need a Buford Bucket. I showed her a picture.
Her response, Fancy!!
So I think it's a done deal.