Wednesday, July 21, 2010

We're THAT House.

Apart from having some busted old cars sitting in the front yard and an outhouse out back, I'm beginning to feel like we're becoming "that house" on our street!  Perhaps this stems from the deep insecurities I developed when Evan was last in China for 2 1/2 weeks and our lawn grew so long it looked like someone dropped a house in the middle of a prairie.  I was almost embarrassed to pull into our driveway because I thought people were giving me that "why doesn't that woman get off her duff and mow her lawn already" stare.  For a moment or two, I considered putting up a sign by my mailbox that said, "Husband Gone, Wife Lawnmower Ignorant.  Our Apologies!"  But then I realized that such an advertisement might also be read as, "Worthless Wife Welcomes Burglaries!"  No sign was erected and I held my head in shame until my darling husband returned to the country and saved us.

As in any remodeling project, it has to look worse before it can look better.  Evan rented a power washer last weekend and used it to blast away at the already chipping paint on our back deck and, most importantly, around our door and on our front porch.  In addition, he built a structure to repair the broken cement on the corner of our porch.  Add these two together and the front of our house currently looks like this:

Until we finish the cement repair and repaint, we're back to being "that house."  And yes, I realize my flower bed looks terrible.  Flowers just didn't fit in the budget this year!  It will all start to look better soon.

In the meantime, please don't dump your nasty old refrigerators on my lawn.

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