So, I’ve got this new crazy neighbor lady on my street.
Today, she came home from the pool and took a CHAIN SAW and cut down a HUGE crepe myrtle in her front yard.
Did you catch the part about her coming home from the pool? Yup, she was out in her yard with a chain saw chopping down a huge tree while wearing a swim suit and
And when I say “crazy neighbor” what I really mean to say is that’s what all my neighbors are saying about
*I* am that crazy neighbor.
BEFORE the chain saw episode this afternoon:
That crepe myrtle needed to be trimmed back big time. The branches were all over our roof, and last time that happened to us at our last house we got carpenter ants inside our walls (aka expensive to get rid of!).
We knew when we bought this new house the tree needed to go. I was suppose to wait for hubbs to do it this weekend.
But tonight when I went out there to get the garbage can from behind the fence, that crepe myrtle hit me in the head one.too.many.times.
And, swimsuit and all, out came the chain saw. And here is our tree now.
My (male) neighbor came over to
gawk at the crazy lady see if I needed help. I reassured him that I do stuff like this all.the.time. I’m not sure it was reassuring though. He probably now thinks I’ve lost my friggin’ mind.
Honestly, now the crepe myrtle just looks plain
Look at how sad and pathetic this thing is.
Can it get any sadder looking?
Really, it’s just… well,… pathetic.
(Which is also my dog’s nickname. As in, “Look at Chase. He’s so pathetic.” I say that at least 4x a week. He’s just so ridiculous looking all the time. Maybe it’s the crappy haircut I gave him. Maybe it’s because he’s only 6 pounds. Maybe it’s because he has the most pathetic way of looking at me. I dunno.)
At least it’s not whacking me in the head anymore.
Maybe I should hire a landscaper next time….
And in other crazy neighbor news…
I spent a full FOUR HOURS cleaning out my garage today.
It looked like this:
Yes, it was THAT.BAD.
Couldn’t get any worse, could it?
Check out another angle.
You know, when you have weeks in a row that are OVER 100 degrees each day, cleaning out the garage just doesn’t seem like loads of fun.
But today it was a breezy 105 degrees, so I figured, “what the heee (name that movie!), I’ll clean out the garage!”
Fortunately I didn’t die of heat stroke.
So, 4 hours and 4 Diet Dr Peppers later…
Dare I say I actually like doing stuff like this?
Maybe I really AM the crazy neighbor after all.
I mean, srsly… who on earth actually likes cleaning out a garage for four hours in 105 degree heat?
I feel so accomplished.
A tree and a garage all in one day? I have some serious issues.