On May 14, on our way out to my youngest son’s birthday dinner (what…you thought I would cook?), I noticed our landscaping had gotten a bit out of control. I had my son stand next to the offending weed, and promptly posted the picture to Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook, acknowledging my lack of (any) gardening prowess:
After I posted the picture, two different Facebook friends who don’t know each other and live over 1,400 miles apart posted the exact same meme to my wall, just a little over an hour apart:
Well, all I have to say for myself is … #Truth …and #Lazy…perhaps even #We’reNeverFreakin’Home…and if I’m really honest, #OurHOACanSuckIt.
Just kidding, HOA! Please don’t send me another violation notice — we’ve moved the trash cans and polished the copper roof. We’ll get to the lawn soon, I promise! Or right after baseball tournament season. So just step off, already.
This isn’t the first time my landscaping has gotten out of control. But what really gripes me is that my little patch of tulips don’t even bother blooming any more and go right to the pathetic looking stage. They might as well be weeds, too:
And I obviously can’t control things, because to the left of our front door is this burgeoning thistle forest:
And only 10 days after the first photo, the giant thistle to the right of our front door continues to mock me by growing at an alarming rate:
I also have a kid-who-needs-his-hair-cut problem. But one suburban disaster at a time, thank you.
One of my Facebook friends responded to the post
of my beanstalk with the following:
Ha ha — very funny. Yes, it’s a huge thistle and yes it probably would produce at least a vat of soup. As if I ever have an interest in cooking anything, however.
Or weeding, for that matter.
Hi. My name is Becky. And as long as I have kids playing sports, I’m gonna have a weed problem.