Thursday, May 13, 2010
Throughout April my Worker Boy seemed to be given the task of pulling me out of the mud. I got stuck going through the pasture, stuck on one of the grid roads that I didn't realize would be so muddy, stuck with the quad when I got too close to the slough. He'd get home and ask what was new and I would say "nothing, same old same old...I'm stuck again."
So you can imagine my delight when we were fencing and he got the tractor stuck. Well, not really delight be it was nice to know that I wasn't the only person who could get stuck in the mud. At least I'm not a stick in the mud as my Auntie Stel used to say.
Worker Boy had to call on our neighbour to bring over his big Alice Chamers (not sure if the spelling is correct) to lend some aid to the situation. Thanks Cal.
After the fence work was done I got into our truck to head back to the house and guess what...I got stuck.