building on yesterdays post about yardwork..

and my yearning desire to never do it again, I decided to take matters into my own hands and try to figure out what to do about my situation.

1. I could either suck it up and pay Yard Boy his money- well worth it, I now realize after 4 hours of back breaking sweating work

or 2- go to online dating and find my self a man who lists "yard work as a hobby"

Would you believe there arent as many men out there that list "toiling in the back yard with a beer on one hand and a weed eater in the other" as one of his favorite things to do? I know my dad liked to do yard work. He still does. He hops on the riding mower, takes a cigar and a beer, and just mows, and mows and drinks. Am I from a freakishly foreign family? Hell, I know a ton of guys growing up that did landscaping for their summer jobs- surely they must be of dateable or marriagable age by now.

Think I am going to go get gussied up and head to the Depot and see what I can find in the Home and Garden Center.