Mud Bog in my Front Yard

Yesterday my husband warned me about this certain spot in our front yard/driveway that I was supposed to avoid backing into at all costs... because in order to get out you had to do some mud bogging causing damage in the form of tire ruts to our front yard. We mowed our prized lawn I think a total of 4 times last year, but judging by the seriousness in his tone I can only infer that he has far greater plans for it this year. So  I  shook my head in agreement.

That was yesterday.

Today I was rushing out the door after sleeping in until 9:45, in order to get a good spot at Starbucks. I try to get there early so I can have a cup of coffee and use the wireless internet. When I backed out of my parking spot, apparently I "roosted" mud all over the place. I do not recall doing that AT ALL.

I'm out of the driveway and about 3 minutes down the road when I get this call:

Me: Hello, did I forget something?

Husband in menacing and accusatory voice: Didn't I tell you not to back out in our front yard yesterday?

Me: What are you talking about? Did I back up in it?

Husband: Yes. And you roosted mud everywhere.

Me: Weird I don't even remember backing up or roosting so who is the real victim here? I didn't even get to experience my first roost. Shit.

Husband: Are you serious? You have problems....etc...blah, blah...how could you forget...blah, blah

I really don't remember backing out this morning, I had Britney on full blast and was focussing on my comeback. Also, I feel like I would have known if I did something as sweet as roosting mud all over my own front lawn, but whatever.

Sorry Husband, sorry lawn.

 PS. The pic is not from my front yard its from my very first mud bog at Moyie Springs two mother's days ago, that must be where I learned my mad roosting skills.