I'm Stoned

Ok, so Mr. Bug and I are out for a drive. I spot this rock that I absolutely have to have. It is on the side of the road in front of a neighbor's house. I've been watching this rock for about 2 months now. I pull up to the rock and tell Mr. Bug to quick, jump out and put the rock in the back of my very small SUV.
"What do you need this rock for? We have a million in our own yard. Can't you use one of ours??"
"I wanna make a Ladybug Crossing sign. That's the perfect rock. Just get me that rock, please."
What is a husband to do? He sighs ever so quietly... He gets out and almost herniates himself picking the foolish thing up and maneuvering it into the back of my SUV. He isn't thrilled with me, but after 16 years of marriage, he is not surprised...
Little LadyBug and I made our sign. We think it is pretty good.
#1 Son says, "It's hot!"
"Well, thank YOU Paris Hilton!!" It must be pretty good if he likes it!!
I send Mr. Bug up to the top of the driveway with the tractor to ease the strain of hauling this behemoth down to the mailbox. He grunts the rock out of the garden cart and sets it in place.
We are duly impressed with our signage...

I get that funny look on my face... Mr. Bug says, "I'm not moving it again. It's fine. Leave it for a couple of weeks and if you want me to move it, I will."
"But maybe it will look better over by that tree..."
"No."
"Umm.. okay.. I can wait a couple of weeks..."

Enjoy!
LadyBug