After they left, Hubs took Cullen out to our land to ride around on the four-wheeler. So I had Rascal Fatts all to myself. I put his new blanket on the front yard to try to get some pictures of his beefy self.
Yummy! I could just eat him up.
Oh, these are dessert. As long as there's not any cheese in between those rolls. Which is usually not the case.
Sorry. That's probably more than you wanted to know.
It just wouldn't be fair to end this post without a picture of this face:
He was angry because his daddy wouldn't let him ride the tractor. It was only because Hubs was trying to cut up and haul away this tree:
It had been damaged in a recent storm, and since my FIL is working out of town right now, Hubs took care of it for him.
And lastly, a picture of Hubs using the tractor to load up some of the limbs he cut off.
But wait. What is that? Let's take a closer look, shall we?
Ah yes. It's a chainsaw stuck in a tree.
Which, if I remember correctly, is something Hubs mocked my brother for just a couple weeks ago.