Today men came to my house and dug a hole in my backyard. For over two years I have been annoyed with my giant dogs for doing the same thing. I won’t be patching this one. Casper, my neighbor, came over to help too. I could do a week of dailypics on the things we found buried behind my 140ish-year-old house. I could build half a car and open a Pepsi museum to start. I now know why grass never grew in one spot if my yard. In the end, this will be all worth it, at least that is what I have been chanting quietly since 8 am this morning. Check out the time lapse.
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