Where The Sidewalk Ends, Hell Begins

It would appear I wasn't the only one having a good time this weekend.

I left my husband alone.

With this:

Which, in hindsight, may not have been my smartest move.

Because when I came home, this is what I found:

I couldn't even see my house from this side of our drive way.

And once I managed to find my way around the big pile of Earth, (because I certainly wasn't going over) and got into my house, this is what I see, staring back at me:

I don't know whether to laugh or cry or just jump into the TEN FOOT DEEP HOLE AT THE END OF MY SIDEWALK.

What I do know, however, is that I now have a very deep hole in which to bury someone if he doesn't hurry up and build this damn garage.