You do yard work on holiday weekends. It’s a commonly known fact, and yesterday Adam and I proved just how grown up we are by spending 6
glorious awful hours doin’ work. When I was a kid my parents made us help in the yard on the weekends (slave drivers!) and I hated it. Guess what? When doing it for “my own home” I actually STILL HATE IT. Lesson learned: I am much better at project managing than I am at yard work.
Even more upsetting than actually having to do yard work is that the finished product still looks pretty crappy. Oh, the life of a renter when your landlord doesn’t give a shiz…