Um, There's a Car in My Yard . . .

Tonight as I was driving home from work I was being bad and talking to Miss C. I had called to ask her if she had signed up for Dish Rag Tag: the Sequel. But as is the way with a good friend, the conversation wound around and we talked about everything - protein, the goodness that is bacon, charity knitting, philosophers wool - you name it, we probably talked about it. As I drove down my street - I said, Um, Cami, there's a car in my yard. Why is there a car in my yard? Like she knew the answer. Being the good sport that she is - she played along. JB had a stroke and some nice person followed him home to make sure he got there safely?Well the truth is that the neighbors' boyfriend's brakes just failed. His car skidded down the hill. there is a lovely skid mark down the hill. Thankfully - he had the wheel turned and his car ended up in our yard and not in the 3 cars which were parked at the bottom of the hill. This is the view from the house. That lovely vine that's everywhere is a 3 year old grape vine. It produced one tiny little bunch of grapes this year. Thankfully, the car only took out the trellis and not the grape vine. Here they are removing the car from the yard. JB now has some unexpected yard work to do this weekend. Thankfully, the car wasn't really damaged and none of the neighborhood kids were outside. It could have been really ugly!