Water Runs Downhill.

Saturday, December 20, 2003 -- Spent the greater part of the afternoon digging water pipe out of Grandma's front yard. Later, we took a break for dinner in Beeville. I left Grandma at HEB while I picked up plumbing supplies at McCoys. The lady at the checkout counter jinxed me by commenting "Dont' you hate how you always have to come back more than once for plumbing supplies?" Sure enough, I was back at McCoys less than an hour later. I was determined to finish the job and, with the help of a flashlight, called it quits not too long after sundown.