Yard Duty

I do not envy day laborers. I am more convinced than ever that I belong in an air conditioned office somewhere...

Matt and I spent the weekend (and part of his birthday) mortaring the rock wall in our backyard. The original plan when paying the contractor was to do a "dry stack" rock wall, where you pack enough dirt in behind the wall to provide support. Well, that was all fine and dandy until the rain season kicked in and the dirt started seeping through all the little nooks and crannies between the rocks, and successfully suffocated what little grass we had below. So, in an attempt to not relive the disaster that was last winter, we took on the do-it-yourself job of cementing some rocks together. A job our contractor wanted to charge us an extra $2,000 to do.
So we got half of our wall done... And not to toot our own horn, but it looks pretty damn good!
Hopefully now that seeping dirt is out of the picture, our grass will actually have a chance at survival... Its only obstacle will be these little monsters:
And just to address the 'me putting Matt to work on his birthday' thing. He insisted! ...It's a project we've been talking about for a long time, and it's the first weekend we've ("we've" meaning "he's") had free to get it done. Not only that, but on his birthday, besides getting our hands wet with cement, we also made a trip to our friendly local Best Buy store and picked up his brand booming new surround sound system... And had a late dinner with the family...

And in case I didn't say it enough times, and because I didn't shout it from the roof tops... Happy Birthday, Husband! (...um, yesterday).... And I love you SO SO much!!