Triple A successfully pulled Mike's car off the lawn. I was practically jumping up and down because I wanted SO badly to take pictures of the process. The tow guy had the stereotypical 7 inch long ass crack, flanked by ass cheeks the size of manhole covers that hung out while he attached the chain to the car.
Anyway, it took about 5 minutes and the poor Jetta was free. And me, being the loser I am, can't drive standard, so once the car was out I was all, "Daaaaa-aaaad...?"
The left side of Mike's car looks like it went on a rampage through the jungle. (I'd run it through the car wash for him, but then there's that issue of my inability to drive stick again...)
Once my Dad parked Mike's Jetta I surveyed the damage. Ugh.
The holes were pretty deep, so I tried to use a shovel and that little mini rake-like thing, but there wasn't enough soil. I went into the tool shed and found potting soil and grass seed. Good thing it's 67 freakish degrees!
10 minutes later, the master piece!
I anticipate the Home & Garden Network's call any day now.
My Mom was laughing at me as I lugged the wheel barrow of soil around the property. "Wow, see that? There's your exercise for the day."
"Ha ha," I said wryly. But I was pleased with my work, despite my "black thumbs." I swear, everyone in the family has green ones except me.
And now I'm off to round 2 of the wake. I didn't know I had to go a second time. I feel so drained just at the prospect of it all. Then tomorrow we leave at 6:00 a.m. for the 8:00 a.m. funeral. Yeah.