Fat man. . . on a little bike. . .

This is going to be short because I believe the  photos speak louder than anything I could ever write about them.

Tonight we were outside letting Maya run around (and bark at everything that moves) while playing fetch with Bruce and Eve (poor Maya just does not understand the game of fetch. Her little brain just doesn't compute).   I kept hearing something that sounded like a very loud lawn mower go up and down the street in front of our house.     So we moved around to the side of the house where we could people watch (because I knew our idiot neighbors were doing something worth posting on the internet) and yet not be obvious I had a camera.

Okay so my camera focused more on the fence (redneck rigged until we get the chance to put a new post in where Eve the Dog from Hell has decided to dig under the fence) than the man, but really, you get the picture.

Things like this make me love living in a podunk little town.