On Saturday of this weekend, two proverbial birds were stunned senseless with one fell swoop of a rock — or rather, eighteen tons of rock in the form of gravel.

“Gee, how exciting, ” you all say in unison.

Well, OK; so perhaps getting a load of rock dumped on your driveway (is that a euphemism?) isn’t anywhere close to the top on the Wonderful Orgasm Scale.    In fact, it probably sits right above taking off a pair of soiled underwear in terms of excitement.   That all being said, it’s a big event around this household, mostly because of two reasons:

#1 — I traded my old 1996 Dodge Intrepid for it, which has been sitting in a non-running state on our lawn for THREE YEARS, a time span which I thought had probably rendered it useless for anything other than wasp nests and raccoons.

#2 — Due to our driveway being mostly dirt, every rain, spring shower, or sloppy snowfall the entire thing would turn into a maze of puddles and gunky crap and general frustration.   This was a home improvement we had always hoped to do but really, when you have some spare cash, does gravel immediately come to mind?  NO.

So I traded, even up — car for new rock.    And boy is it nice.    Thanks to the awesome help of my father on Sunday, we got it spread and now it just needs a bit of tamping down during rains and driving on it to be simply great.    Below is photographic evidence thereof: