FHE Grange Style

DJ got back into the valley late yesterday afternoon and 'had' to get to the scrap yard right away to get an axle under his derby car. The Bear Lake derby is Saturday and he will be spending the rest of the week in Elko Nv, so time is precious. We girls are reluctantly familiar with this situation, and know that if we want to get any Daddy time that it is going to have to be at the yard. So we picked up some Fredricos' ham and cheese salads and an order of garlic bread (Mmmmm!They do it right.) and joined him.

Other than the mosquito's that are the size of hummingbirds, the scrapyard is quite magical at night. In a twisted metal graveyard sort of way. The girls absolutely LOVE running around and climbing all over the equipment and cars. Pretending to drive the skid loader. Everything is so exciting and big at the scrap yard. How often do you get the chance to be under a car? (Hopefully not too many. right? Unless you're into that sort of gig, like my hubby.) Last night there were no less than 3 flying automobiles, waiting for Pablo to strip the guts out of them in the morning.

I promised the girls Frosty's from Wendy's for family night treat. I kept true to my word, even though it was almost 10:15 before DJ finished the necessary repairs and we locked the gate.Gotta love that summer "whenever" bed time.

I stayed up until midnight devouring the new Ensign. There is always something just for me. I am so grateful for personal revelation, and modern prophets.