So, in an effort to get our yard finished before it starts snowing next month (I'm not kidding, it will snow, mark my words), the weeds must get pulled. They started growing when we went on vacation, and have gone higher than the fence. Jeff's been out of town for a week, and some people are coming over to help get our yard done.
So Saturday I decide to start pulling them. I started sneezing about 10 minutes into it, but decided to keep going, thinking I'd just take a Benadryl and be done with it. To make a long story short, I ended up in the urgent care the next morning after an extremely uncomfortable sleepless night. I'm officially allergic to weeds. I don't even care what kind. As long as I don't have to pull them anymore, it's fine with me!
So my adorable friend Chantelle and her great husband came last night and pulled weeds for me so that the work can get done. Aren't they fabulous?!
Jeff gets home in a couple of days, and hopefully we'll have some more work done before he returns.
Thanks a ton Pete and Chantelle - YOU'RE THE BEST!!!