Valet

To accommodate our visiting nephews and their parents, my husband's parents are borrowing our beastly QX.  As a result, we have custody of the farm truck a.k.a. the dream truck of my youth, a 1996 navy blue Z71.  My husband's father abuses the farm truck.  Earlier this spring he flooded the cab  while backing the boat trailer into the lake.  Previously my husband's mother was surprised by a barn snake living in the cab.  It's definitely a farm truck, but I have an emotional attachment to that machine.

On Sunday my husband took our friend Binny (I got caught at the office) to a fancy schmancy dinner where he had to valet the farm truck.  Love it.  It's always important to keep it real.