Size Matters

http://fromcalvarytocarthage.wordpress.com/2011/11/14/three-billy-goats-gruff/

 There was some concern about the size of our bridge when I shared the mini flood incident.  

It scares me when I drive over it.

Even after 18 years of doing so.

That same rubber knee feeling the three goats must have felt knowing there was a troll under their bridge.

The Husband does not share my concerns about this bridge.

"It's fine!" he insists

 Son #1 was just a few weeks old when the Hydro man backed over the edge of the bridge.
His truck was hanging off the side by its drivers side wheels.
I watched the events unfold from my family room window.
I knew disaster was imminent.
He was backing up too fast and at an odd angle.

He wasn't injured - neither was his truck.

  He was a bit embarrassed. 

Mostly because he had to call his office for the tow truck and he got a ribbing from his co-workers.

The tow truck couldn't pull his truck out of the creek so had to lift it out.

I also mentioned in my post on the mini flood was the loss of newly spread cedar bark mulch.

This weekend The Husband filled this monstrosity with more mulch, backed it over our tiny bridge and then spent way too much time strutting around, like a bit of a peacock, quite pleased with his bridge and his driving skills.

I still think that bridge could use some rails and he thinks I'm being a bit of a troll.