This is the Life
So, I woke up yesterday to the dull drone of the mower. Kev was up and at ’em bright and early, busy cutting the grass. By the time I stumbled to the backyard to tell him (politely) to shut up, he told me to get dressed and head to Home Depot. Uh oh. so I was on a quest for decorative foliage. One phone call to Mom (and the trip to pick her up), and I was on my way. Not an hour later, there we were, surveying our front yard for precisely the right location for our brand spankin’ new impatients. But wait, there’s more. Save for the trip, all I had to do was watch as Mom took over and saved the day (and the little plants’ lives). Yep, she planted them. Now that’s what I call service. Thanks, Mom! I promise I won’t kill them for at least a month. Then again, Home Depot warranties their plants for a year…
