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.