So we hired the kid next door, actually first we asked his dad if he wanted to make some money helping us dig since he was unemployed. Dad declined, while in the same breath generously offering up his son, Matt. Dear Matt helped us out when he was bored or needed some extra doe to purchase a pack of smokes. In all fairness, he was a big help and saved us a lot of work. The dirt gets carted off, one wheel barrel after another into the front yard where we picture a grandiose new landscaping project happening soonish. Today, three or four months later, the dirt is piled up with a large assortment of robust weeds. I am expecting the guy in the white Toyota mini pickup with a yellow flashing light on top to wrap upon the door and present me with a nice little ticket citing widespread displeasure with my new heights of weedom.We are not the neighbors best friend this month, last month or even the month before.
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