For the Love of a Green Truck

Several years ago my husband decided to sell his Corvette.  It had been sitting in the garage, he rarely drove it and didn't seem to have the desire to restore it, so it seemed best.  He put in the ad and one day I came home to find a green truck parked in our driveway and my husband in the garage talking to a man who was looking to buy the car.  He was hoping to pay for it part in cash and part in trade for that pretty green truck in our driveway.  Now I have to say I fell in love with the truck the first time I saw it, even before I knew it was going to be ours.  But what I didn't know was this truck would be the best truck ever!

She ain't perfect but she's a gem.

The guys stood around flapping their gums, swapping car stories and time came to finalize the deal.  That was when my husband hollered at me to come out to the driveway, he wanted to show me the truck.  I appreciate that he likes to do this and normally there is some talk of the pros and cons between us.  I tried hard not to crack a wide grin as he told me how it was a good make so it was going to be reliable and tough with good tires.  I wasn't about to show him my hand either.  He lifted the hood and showed me the engine, like I would understand what I was looking at.  I have to love him for his forgetfulness as to my expertise on such things.  He got in and started her up and that was when he showed me something that almost made me faint with joy....it had hydraulic dump box on the back!! I wanted to squeal like a school girl!  Seriously, he had to ask???  Of course I wanted that truck, I wanted it before I knew it had a dump box...but now I HAD to have it!

Compost haulers extraordinaire my hubby and my sweet green truck

I don't know how I didn't just slap my heart on my sleeve right then and there and shout "Well take it!", but instead I calmly said "Well, whatever you think Honey.  I really like the color and the dump box would be nice for hauling compost I suppose."  It was seriously the best acting job I have ever done.

After the deal was struck and the man left I exploded with joy, running to my husband, tossing my arms around his neck and giving him a big smooch. I swear he is the most fortunate guy I have ever know when it comes to things falling into his lap like this.  I guess that makes me a pretty lucky gal too and if I ever forget how blessed I am, I have a sweet green truck in the driveway to remind me.  Oh and let it be known that if my husband ever decides he wants to sell "my" truck, he best be giving me first dibs or I'm calling a lawyer.  Ain't nobody gonna sell my truck!