To Billings, Butte and Back

You know what makes a good road trip? Good scenery, good company, no break downs. DJ and I had it all this week. We took "The Super Hog" (I had to give it a name you know. Is that the coolest hood ornament ever?) to Montana loaded with angle iron from Nucor and returned with an auction special side by side Rino and a trailer full of cars and trucks, conveniently crushed and stacked in cubes. We had a great time. I love seeing DJ behind the wheel of a huge truck. He gets so excited when he pulls heavy things! And something about a jake brake and 13 gears? I enjoyed the air ride seats and the option of napping or reading a book in the sleeper. 30 hours uninterrupted hubby time was sweet too.

It is truly amazing that we were able to buy the Rino, and the very next day get hooked up with a sweet truck and a load in need of transport to the very city where-in it sat. We actually got paid to make the trip! DJ is the man.

We rolled into home late Friday night. I went to pick up the girls at Grandma and Grandpa Granges' house just in time to see Roo go head first off a chair and bust her chin wide open on the tile floor. I prayed and prayed that they would be safe while I was away. I am truly glad that that was so, and that I was there in time to help comfort my precious one in her pain. Tammy is an expert with butterfly bandages. Not that Ruby would leave them on, soon as she woke this morning they were off. Oh, kid. You will have a scar on that chin your whole life baby. I adore you.

We were all so wiped out that no one stirred in our home this morning until 9:30. Talia and I named our new ride the "Wheely." DJ played around in the garage all afternoon trying to make it go. It reved up about sundown. Hooray! Now all it needs is an aghast weld job and a rear axle.