I had no idea what to blog about today, until I heard Andrew grumbling as he was paying the Weedman bill.
You see, we currently live beside a park, therefore, our front lawn ends up looking very similar to this:
Earlier this year I was home alone when I heard the doorbell ring.
It was the Weedman wanting to do an estimate. I totally got sucked in, and ended up signing up for the services.
I was so excited, especially since Andrew spends hours outside trying to keep the weeds at bay. I thought I had done him a huge favour.
The conversation went a little something like this…
Amy: I did something really great today. I signed us up for Weedman!!They will come 5 times this summer to fertilize and treat the weeds. How amazing am I?
Andrew: Umm Amy, we’re moving in June.
Ooooh shit. Sometimes I forget important details.
Yes, the account is transferrable. That would work… however our new yard?
Not so much grass.
Maybe I get bonus points for trying to be a good wife?