Many of you know that I'm living in my in-laws house while they are away on their mission in Salt Lake City. It has been a great help to us & we have found living here to be very comfortable. It is, however, not without it's challenges. I'd like to share one with you.
Four days before Kiernans big outdoor birthday party I'm at home getting "party clean" (this is different from "daily clean", "toxic juice spill clean", and the ever popular "throw everything in the closet clean") when there's a knock on the door. I go to answer it & find The Colemans yard care guy, Sergio, at the door.
"I finished the yard", he tell's me.
Every week he does the yard...he's never felt the need to tell me before.
"Ooookaaay" I tell him, while racking my brain trying to decide if I need to give him a tip or something.
"Be sure to turn off the automatic sprinklers, I killed the grass" he says.
"Oookaaay, I'll tell Mike to turn them...YOU WHAT?!?" I must have heard that wrong.
"I killed the grass like Mr. Jim asked. "
Crap...I heard him right. "Why did we kill the grass?" I ask.
"To plant fresh grass in the fall" he says.
Apparently Mr. Jim changes the grass like other people change socks.
Well, the grass was only a little dead for the party. Now however, it's REALLY dead. How dead, you ask? Check out the pictures to see.
I thought it would be a problem for the kids because they've really enjoyed playing in the yard. I was wrong. Apparently the kids would play in an african mine field If they had a ball & large enough open area.
My main problem with the dead grass scenario is this; if your nice neat neighbors moved out & their kids moved in, and suddenly the yard looked like this...what would you think?
Yeah, that's what I thought.