We have a guy come and spray/fertilize our yard. He came on Friday and told me the past few times he's sprayed our violets extra hard but they're still there in all their glory mixed in with our grass. He explained to me because the way violets are shaped and that their leaves are waxy, nothing stays on them to kill them. Then today Mitch and I saw this:
Lookin' hopeful! My fingers are crossed that soon our yard will be violet-free.
And seriously, how pathetic does our mailbox look? Between the dried up stump, torn up yard (thanks to the mail lady--see that dirt trail over to the neighbors?) and the leaning mailbox post--ugh, can ya get any more ghetto that that?! So that's definitely getting some attention soon.
Here's my dream mailbox. Yeah, that's right--I have a dream mailbox. No, but seriously, isn't it really nice? And This Old House even has a plan to make that gorgeous post. Okay, I might need some help from Mitch with this one.
And on a totally unrelated note--I must be tired/completely out of it 'cause today I took Ryder to the bathroom at church and totally walked right on into the guy's bathroom. I even looked at the urinals and everything and didn't really think anything of it. It wasn't until he was actually using the facilities that I realized what I had done. Thank goodness no one walked in! Can you imagine? "Hey, Pastor, how's it goin'?" I guess my train of thought was: Ryder is a boy so he needs to go to the boys' room. Sheesh. Please tell me you've done something completely stupid recently. I can't be the only one.