There is nothing I detest more than yardwork, well at least there is nothing I detest more in the grand scheme of chores. I hate mowing, I hate weeding, I hate hate hate it. But I still do it. Mostly because if I don't it won't get done. Halls has somehow managed to go her entire life (25 years) never mowing. It is sad. I should make her do it, but instead I continue down the path of enabiling her. She was helpful last night and we did get a lot done.

The backyard is just about there. I planted some flowers, mowed and her and I cleaned things up. I hate the idea of having company over for them to see the white trash that was our backyard.

Now if I can just find someone who wants to get rid of some river rock we are golden.