My husband....MacGyver

We have been planning on having the yard completely torn up, leveled, re-seeded, and looking beautiful. We knew we would have to hire a portion of it out. We had a dollar figure in mind (which seemed reasonable to us). The work was started this past week. The actual dollar figure started to grow. About 25% of the way into this project we decided we would take care of the rest of it ourselves (even though we had no idea how). I spent the weekend pushing dirt around, cutting old roots, and picking up debris. Yesterday, Trent and I stood looking at the yard (aka: dirt hole) trying to come up with any ideas to get the yard smooth enough to plant grass seed. Leave it to my husband. He pulled out one of our 4-wheelers and attached some chains to the back of it. Then he took what was the back porch, flipped it over, and fastened it to the chains. Viola! Initially, the idea looked ingenious. However, once Trent started cruising around the yard (in circles) with an old porch attached to the back of our 4-wheeler.....well, I wasn't certain whether I wanted to claim my husband or not. Either way, the job is done and grass seed is being planted today.