At Home

Pulling into the driveway of our parent's ranch house has always been a little more fun than most driveways. A good dirt approach and wide area to park usually means I can give the truck a little gas and kick the back end out, spraying dirt and admittedly a couple rocks. Thankfully, we've got a grove of trees and our old tree fort to get pelted instead of something expensive.

I kicked the truck sideways as I enter the driveway and immediately let of the gas when I see the UPS truck sitting in the driveway. Knowing we don't get packages too often (Amazon Prime is still even a 3-day wait for most things), you immediately start to wonder what someone ordered.

As I park the truck and open the door, the sweet smell of country life hits nicely. Outdoors in the country is like no other. You could have the worst day in the world, but that sound of wind, smell of a mixture of forest and flowers, and the sight of grove grass bouncing with the waves of wind can help soothe the most tortured soul. Well, mostly. You look over and Kaleb has shot out of the truck and halfway up the sidewalk to the house. "The fuck is his problem?", you say out loud to yourself. Must not like Def Leppard.

As you walk past your family's vehicles and up to the sidewalk, the family dog Trigger comes up to greet you. They call them King Shepherds, I just call them really big German Shepherds. Along with him is always a stick or toy for you to pay dog tax with a throw. "Needy bastard", you think with a smile as you chuck the stick and he shoots off like a rocket to get. Gotta love dogs.

As you get in the house, there sits a package on the kitchen counter, around it stand your dad and your brother. By the way they're looking at it, it might as well jump up and give a showtune dance. Something like that one dancing and singing frog cartoon. "What the hell is it?", your dad says. "and why is it addressed to you?", he looks up at John. Now, my dad Tim was never a tall man standing at 5'11, but he was dwarfed by John, who stood at a good 6'4. "The hell if I know, I ordered a few things from a few places, but this doesn't look like any of them.", John stated.

"A few things? I know I don't pay you enough for that shit. You sucking dicks on the side or something?, my dad laughs. A thought occurred to me, "Hey, you guys see where Kaleb went to? He got in trouble with coach, I think he's pissy." you ask them. "Yeah, he stormed off to his room holding his bags. What's in the blue bag?", John replied.

"Hell if I know, maybe better legs to run with." you laugh as your dad turns to you with a 'knock it off' gaze.

"Well, I gotta get out to the garage, let me know what it is.", dad states before heading off outside. The family races dirt track on the weekends, so he spends his spare time fixing and messing with his race car. "Yeah, I'll be out there later." John replies.

As you head off to your bedroom, you hear your brother cut and rip open the package. I wonder what Jessica is wearing?