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The inaugural drive.

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Three weeks to the day we did it.

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We drove the first vehicle on our brand new, way too expensive, virgin driveway.

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Husband had the honor, and since his truck had been sitting in the garage all that time and it was time to go to the dump…

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The inaugural drive was his.

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The string barricade was removed…

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And though I didn’t, I felt as if it should have been christened with champagne.

After the husband left, I pulled Ethel off the grass and back into her garage berth. It was gloriously smooth, rutless sailing all the way.

And then, not five minutes after I went back in the house?

Someone turned around in our beautiful new pristine driveway and left this:

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😩 😩 😩

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