I got ready to go to dinner with Shey, when Jansen asked, with a twinkle in his eye, why I had not gone out to the garden, yet. (that is usually the first thing I do when I get home)
When I got out there, a shiny new garden tiller (I like to call it a tractor, because I want to be a REAL farmer) was waiting for me.
Of course, I had to try it out, so I went to dinner smelling like fuel and dirt. Very romantic.
I got Shey a Garmin GPS for his bike and we had a wonderful dinner at a pizza place. We ended the evening with a long walk down Floyd street.
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