Friday afternoon Matt and I were sitting on the couch discussing what we should do for dinner and commenting that it looked like it was going to rain. I heard a noise in the back yard, assumed the dumb dog had gotten into something and went to investigate. This is what I saw:
No, it wasn't really windy. We called the Honeycutts and asked if they would be willing to send there strongest man (Matt) over to help us. The shed is now sitting up-right in our yard, killing grass.
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