Are you serious... What's next?

The month of July was a crazy one for Jason and I. We discovered that our basement was flooding and that the problem was coming from a pipe from the outside. Jason decided to fix the problem on his own. He dug down 8 feet of straight clay (We don't have dirt instead we have clay). The poor guy had blisters all over his hands when he was done.

He finally fixed the problem but as you can see he got a little messy in the meantime. We had to spray him off with the hose.


Towards the end of the month Jason and I went to Blanding/Monticello for a softball tournament that he and his family were playing in. The last night we were there, Jason and I decided to go to this little pizza joint. Jason was still in his softball clothes so he didn't have any pockets. When we entered the pizza place Jason put his keys on the front counter while we ordered; after we ordered we sat down to eat. When we were done, we got up to leave and Jason realized that he no longer had his keys with him; he remembered setting them on the counter. We went up front to ask for them and they said they hadn't seen them; basically our keys disappeared. We searched the whole place from top to bottom and still came up empty. So here we are in the middle of this small town without any keys and no spare set.

The restaurant called the cops. Lucky for us our good friends/neighbors were in town for his 10 year high school reunion. I called up Preston and Ashley to see if they could help us. We needed to break into our car since we had left some valuable things inside (golf clubs, ipods, GPS system, etc) Preston was a pro and broke into our car for us. In the meantime, since Monticello is such a small town, it seemed like everybody in town was driving by. Jason's aunt and uncle both saw us on the side of the road and they stopped by to help. We were lucky to have them there since they know everybody in town. His aunt knew the cop and she convienced him to let us steal a dolly to tow the car. The cop gave us permission to steal a dolly from the town Uhaul store. Just after we stole the dolly the guy who owns the place stopped by. Lucky for us the cop gave permission to do it so we weren't in trouble. We then payed for it... $85 because some prick took our keys.

We towed the car back to Preston's parents house. Thanks to the Bunkers we were able to tow our car back home and hitch a ride ourselves.