Only me
Wwll, there I go, thinking again. Always my downfall. We should be out of this rental house (Mmr P calls it the "mental house") next month (yay!) and into our own brand spankin' new house. Ok...well...being the decent sort that I am, I say to Mr P that I think (that's where it all fell apart) we should have a lawn service come over and professional fertilize and aerate (it's something they do here..don't ask me) the lawn before we go. He agrees and I make the call. They tell me, I need to indicate the sprinkler heads for them so their machinery doesn't kill stuff. Sounds reasonable right? HAH! I just came inside from spending about an hour, crawling around the front yard on my hands and knees (probably looking for all the world like a bewildered drunk)digging my hands down deep into this half dormant/half green grass-like stuff here, looking for sprinkler heads and muttering to myself. Can't find one...not one ...not one single damned sprinkler head!!! I think those bunnies stole 'em. Probably some kind of bunny black market for sprinkler heads. Maybe it's a spinkler napping...I expect a note any minute..."if you want to see your sprinkler heads alive again...leave 10 lbs of carrots in the back garden at midnight tonight" I don't even remember how many of them I"m looking for. so even if I find some...I wont' know when to stop looking!!!!! They lawn guys are coming tomorrow. I anticipate still being outside at the midnight hour on all fours...hunting the elusive sprinkler heads by the light of the moon. Wish me luck!