In Arizona, people are somewhat passionate about rocks.
I share no such passion.
Da Home Boyz and I are on a rock crusade. We dig and dig and shovel and shovel and wheelbarrow-barrow-barrow them all away.
Yeah, that's about three hours of work right there.
I'm very proud of myself. And sore.
I really want something like this in my front yard.
And I'd REALLY like some of these.
But this is Arizona. We have rocks.
We did find some very smooth, oval-shaped rocks that my children insist are dinosaur eggs.
So that's cool.
So we'll enjoy our dinosaur eggs for a while as I sweat in the sun with my gardening Flop Hat.
(Everybody needs a Flop Hat to garden. Don't you agree?)