Levedy

If it’s in my yard, and I don’t want it there, I get to throw it out, right?

My baby shower is scheduled for this Sunday in my backyard.

I have spent the past several weeks wheezing and grunting on all fours pulling weeds, trimming bushes, and repairing busted sprinkler lines. (Thanks, Kat :) ) I have put at least 25 hours worth of work into the yard making it look like something other than a home for wayward, four-foot tall weeds. I have had help from Kat and my mother, but most of the work I did solo.

So it stung a little when Sophie traipsed through the backyard on Monday and started criticizing.

She trimmed the trees (left the mess for me to pick up of course), and groused that she just couldn’t BELIEVE how two people can let a yard get to this condition.

I said “Sophie, this isn’t too bad. It looks just fine. Actually, this represents twenty-five hours of work on the part of an almost nine-month pregnant woman almost single-handedly.”

“Well, it looks like hell.”

“Thanks, Sophie.”

So that was Monday. Today, I get this call:

“Hi Jennifer. This is Bambi from You’re So Clearly Inadequate Landscaping. Your mother-in-Law Sophie asked me to call you because she said that you were interested in hiring us to take care of your yard. Our maintenance contracts start at $130 per month –“

I tried not to take it out on Bambi. It’s not her fault I married a man with a mother who has the tact of a decomposing rat.

Posted by Jen at April 5, 2006 11:49 AM