... of the Garden Variety

I love everything. I swear I try at least. There are some days, though. Those days ... grr. Let me just say these are the days of my life lately. So here it is.

Mike has been layed off. We are having the time of our lives. We are treating this as a rare and long overdue vacation. So, what does any good family do on some time off? Of course, we work on the house. Let me just say that the lady at Home Depot knows my children's names. I dream in orange. And still it isn't enough. There is always that one more thing. You know, the cool brushed chrome sprayer nozzle, the nifty little decoration thingy for the end of you fan chain, the beveled mirror, the never ending bags of mulch...

Now this my friends is where the real fun is. We decided to landscape the yards. We want organic mulch. We pick up several (read: enough that the back of the car was much lower than the front for the ride home.) bags of this stuff. I think - a little over $3.50 a bag ... what a steal. Now, for all you garden novices (I understand if I am the only naive one here) "organic" means poop . Good ole fashioned right out of the barn stuff. I noticed people were politely turning away as we made out way to the check out line. Let me just tell you, I hold my breath on the way out of the door when we leave the house now. You can smell our house down the block. The first night I was so scared the neighbors would boycott and fling unmentionables at our house. My husband calmly assured me that this wasn't going to be a problem since we smelled worse than the stuff the muck out of the barn already. Since then, I have slept well at night. Well, except for the fact that I know we spent a decent amount of money buying poop when I have a little one still in diapers. We get it for free.

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