Yard gone wild.

You know those unfortunate times when you are craving a change and you go to the salon and make some rushed hair decision? You know, your pushy stylist keeps telling you a new "do" will look fabulous, your blood pressure rises as more and more locks of hair surround your swivel chair, and you leave feeling horrified and rushing to CVS to buy a headband?


Well, that is exactly what happened to my yard. I just wanted a little change, a trim on a few ragged looking bushes. I left my husband and his brother for an hour with a chain saw.


This is the absolute horror show I come back to:




In case you can't tell, I have six foot bushes on the right side of my door and NO (zip, nada, zilch, zero) bushes on the left. My reaction? "What the @#*$*@!!!"


If I wanted to extend the hair metaphor then I would say this landscaping effort was Britney Spears-shaving head - attacking-paparrazzi-with-umbrella level atrocity.


Perhaps you need a close up of left side to see what I'm dealing with:



My proud-as-punch, Paul Buyanesque hubby didn't understand what the problem was when he came home. "We'll pick up some new bushes and plant again," he sweetly crooned when he saw me red-faced and sputtering. Fast-forward an hour later at the plant nursery when his jaw dropped at the price of mature bushes (and a few days later when we spent four blistering hours wrenching up the old roots), he began to understand my minor freak out.


Lesson learned: never trust boys alone with their (power tool) toys.


We've started to get our yard back together, so new pictures are coming soon. 'Til then, I leave you with our...

Home Sweet Home

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