I can see why people would think I’m a puplic nuisance.

I mean, after all, I rap to J-Bird to get him up in the mornings, I sing too loudly in my car (& sometimes outside of my car), I have a “I’m-going-to-work” dance that I do in the mornings, I sometimes exclusively talk in my (super convincing) Indian accent, & sometimes when my mom calls I act like I can’t speak English (she falls for it every time).

The reason I have been a little MIA lately is because J-Bird & I got slapped with a public nuisance complaint in the city we live in & we only have two (!!!) weeks to get our act together. For reasons completely unrelated to those listed above, unfortunately.

One of our nosy neighbors decided to tell the city that we had 12 people living in our house. In case you guys were wondering, I’m not hoarding an army over here, nor am I raising a small Mexican family. As most of you know, there’s 2 of us living here: J-Bird & me. We are, however, looking for a roommate to replace Nick. But just one person.

They also complained that our yard was too messy. Which we were aware of & in the process of cleaning up, but it takes time & a lot of work. So, this past week consisted of us trimming our lovely bushes (you still can’t really tell) & cleaning out the gutters (which was a pain in the butt). We actually had a small tree growing in our gutters.

Today, our adventure leads us to the spider infested carport closet to go hunting for the electric lawn mower. My guess is that the mower might need a blog post all on his own after today.

BrennaG.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

Not true. But lots of college students do pass through my yard due to it being a corner lot. Because of this strange walk-thru effect, I’ve heard stories that this yard has never, ever had any grass.

Until of course when we moved in.

Now we have sprig-like kind of grass growing in spots. Like, some of the sprigs are so tall they reach up to my hips. Now, granted that isn’t saying too much being that I’m only 5’3, but still.

I told J-Bird the other day that it was time we do something about the yard. Its getting to look a little jungley out there. He suggested a lawn mower. I don’t know where he thought we were going to get one of those from, but no. Also, we’d look completely dumb trying to use a lawn mower on such small patches of grass.

I suggested (duh) the obvious: a weed eater. He said that was also a dumb idea & he didn’t know where we’d find one of those at either. I told him that anyone over the age of 30 should own a weed eater, so it shouldn’t be that hard. I really don’t know why he’s making things complicated.

I think we’re going to end up going out there with a pair of scissors, which currently is the only solution we’ve both semi agreed on. I mean, sure its ghetto, but if we do it at night no one will ever know. The neighbors will just think fairies came in the middle of the night to make the yard beautiful. That’s what we thought for the longest time about the lady across the street. Until we saw her hoarding Mexicans one day.

I mean, it wouldn’t be that bad, would it?

BrennaG.