It feels like it is the wife’s job to weed, doesn’t it?  It does to me, and I am pretty sure Chris has been waiting for me to weed since we moved in–4 months ago.  I haven’t.  Not even once.  Partially because we don’t have any gloves or one of those foam mats to kneel on.  And also, I have been a liiiiitttttle busy inside…so our curb appeal has gone to H.  Today was the day I was going to remedy that and get the whole front yard all cleaned up and de-weeded.

So, I paid the neighbor boy $40.  What?  He lit up like it was Christmas.