I spent both days of this weekend outside trying to hack down weeds, cut grass (it's really about 20% grass and 80% weeds), getting a sunburn, and a sore back. I spent the last two hours I was outside today spraying to kill weeds so that maybe in the next few weekends I'll have to spend less time outside chopping down weeds. I doubled the amount of weed killer to water the bottle said to mix because I want to make sure those bastards die. DIE. DIE DIE DIE.
I also cleared the weeds in the alley from the north side of the backyard fence. It looks like I'm the only person on this block that actually makes an attempt to do that. Either I'm crazy or my neighbors don't give a crap.
It's war. Ken vs. the weeds. It's going to be a long summer.
Planet life in the Ken Carr backyard is now a bit shorter |
It's not pretty but it's where Lucky gets to poop |
The alley where my neighbors houses are |
Weeds hacked down in the alley behind my house |
I spotted the neighbor to the north on the other side of the alley bending over to pull up weeds.... |
He really needed to pull up his pants. There's a good four inches of butt crack showing. And, crack is whack. |