All She Needs Is Her Blue Ox

Last week, we had a stump ground out of the backyard by a crew of guys with a special machine. If you'll recall, this is a rather big stump and Mom insists someone is buried in the yard underneath it. My father died in the backyard and her thought process probably has something to do with that.

So the crew is here, grinding, grinding, grinding away.

Mom: It's about time someone got down here and helped me get out that stump. I was going at it with an axe just last night.