This year Curtis and I got each other some rather unorthodox gifts. Actually we didn't give each other the gifts. We picked out what we wanted and got it for ourselves. There was no guessing what to get, and we both got what we wanted. Curtis picked out a bike, and I ordered 7 cubic yards of compost. How big is 7 cubic yards?, you ask. Well, I'll show you:
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It has been a little boy's dream come true: a mountain of dirt to play in. And since our house sits on a hill, I will get to haul every single bucketful of those 7 cubic yards up our eight steps. But, it's what I wanted.....I guess.
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You know he's going to be talking about this for months...
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