As previously reported, I hate yard work. Hate. It.
It’s not just the work part, either. I hate the outdoors. I hate the sun. I hate the plants. I hate the bugs. I hate every blessed one of God’s creatures, great and small. The Vogon contruction fleet can’t show up fast enough for me. The next time I hear that fricking “paved paradise and put up a parking lot” song, I’m shooting my radio.
So, how’s your Saturday?
if we were neighbors i would totally come over and help you with the yardwork. i thrive on it.
🙂
nothing better than a day of pulling weeds, raking leaves, spreading fertilizer, edging gardens, thinning plants, mowing grass, planting flowers, and of course the fun part, enjoying all the sun and the wind in your hair, and the sweet delicious smells of the wild things that grow, and maybe if you’re lucky you’ll see a cool snake or a birdy bird will sing a song for you, and everybody’s in heaven with dirt between their toes…
so i guess this is where or twinship is harshly divided then, right? well, like i said: if i were there, i’d come over and do it for ya.
I’m sneezing. Tulips are blooming, grape hyacinth are blooming, I planted strawberries, and I’m still sneezing.
You sound like my guy. When he says he’s going out to mow the yard, he doesn’t necessarily mean in MY lifetime ;~)
The longer you wait, the hotter the sun, the more/bigger the plants, and the more/bigger/hungrier bugs. Get busy!
I hope they sing “All Creatures of Our God and King” at Church tomorrow, you heathen! In fact, I’m going to put in a request with the Queen of Heaven during my bedtime prayers.
If you hadn’t left us for that god-forsaken land of The Mouse, you’d have snow for 3-4 months, so no mowing, no bugs, no weeds, a little shoveling.
Then, in spring, you get a few weeks of the sneezy stuff. And a couple of months of mosquito’s.
Summer is here for one week. Maybe two.
Then fall comes, and as the leaves fall, the bugs go away, and there is no sneezing.
See? If you hadn’t moved, you wouldn’t be in the mess you’re in.
ppppttttthhhhhttttttt
I used to live in a NEW subdivision… (read: no trees). Now I live in downtown where there are several LARGE oak trees that are STILL depositing leaves ALL OVER EVERYTHING.
We spent the day emptying out the gutters, raking and bagging leaves (yes, you too can have fall like activities at the end of April, COME TO FLORIDA!!! our seasons make no sense!!)… I enjoy the outdoors, but I’d be just as happy paying someone to do it.
Next time, what you gotta do, instead of all this “gardening” rubbish, is jump on a plane out my way and do some “gardening” at my place. There’s a reason we don’t have one. We can have beer instead.
Gardening was just invented by the man anyways. It’s to keep you down man. Expand your mind!!
Yeah, that’s it. Put a couple of old cars back there, a broken refigerator, hubcaps strewn about, a few pink flamingos and a couple of lawn chairs.
Not only will you be rid of the lawn and garden maintenence issue, but you’ll have an everyday reminder of greater downtown Lee-vant.
Yizer there, crack me open a rack.
yeah, xadey–how would you have time to play the God Game et al with silly gardening chores in the way… 🙂
i totally see your point. pass me a beer, eh?