Dear Potato Bugs:
I know...I know...I'm late to post today. Give me a break...those of us who provide public services have a right to sleep in now and again, then wake up, get dressed, take a fifty from his wallet and make the march of shame back to my place. Auntie had a long day yesterday on the Metro North railroad, taking a little jaunt north to have lunch with mumsy, and along the way I got a that red hot poker to the eye that is the hideous misconception that people refer to as "decorating their yards."
Aunt Mark understands leaving your holiday lights up all year; as a matter of fact, I appreciate it. I think there is something festive about spending the Fourth of July with visions of fireworks dancing in my head. I also don't care what color you paint your house: if you are really unbalanced enough to paint your house fuchsia or chartreuse, I think it better that you do and screw the zoning laws. Those laws are doing one thing, and that is hiding the crazies in your neighborhood. I like crazy painted bright pink and covered with lights, so I can keep my eye on it. But that is just me.
No...what I am talking about mostly is the people who plant flowers in absurd items like bathtubs and toilets. Who in God's name told people that it was a cute idea to paint a bathtub lemon yellow with lavender flowers on it and fill it with Morning Glories? The only thing I will ever plant in a toilet comes after a long dance with a diuretic and a large-print edition of Reader's Digest. Talk about a rock garden.
I even saw a yard where some out-of-work musician planted a sunflower in a tuba! In a TUBA folks. I am pretty sure a tuba sells for several thousand dollars, so why wouldn't you put it on eBay instead of looking at it and saying, "Golly...that looks like a groovy place for an herb garden."
People...your yard is NOT the place to become creative with old appliances and useless bric-a-brac.You can't make a wishing well out of an old laundry basket, a rolling pin and a rusty paint can. If you can, save this kind of inspiration for scrap booking, where doing screwed up things with pictures of your family is not only acceptable, but encouraged.
I know...I know...I'm late to post today. Give me a break...those of us who provide public services have a right to sleep in now and again, then wake up, get dressed, take a fifty from his wallet and make the march of shame back to my place. Auntie had a long day yesterday on the Metro North railroad, taking a little jaunt north to have lunch with mumsy, and along the way I got a that red hot poker to the eye that is the hideous misconception that people refer to as "decorating their yards."
Aunt Mark understands leaving your holiday lights up all year; as a matter of fact, I appreciate it. I think there is something festive about spending the Fourth of July with visions of fireworks dancing in my head. I also don't care what color you paint your house: if you are really unbalanced enough to paint your house fuchsia or chartreuse, I think it better that you do and screw the zoning laws. Those laws are doing one thing, and that is hiding the crazies in your neighborhood. I like crazy painted bright pink and covered with lights, so I can keep my eye on it. But that is just me.
No...what I am talking about mostly is the people who plant flowers in absurd items like bathtubs and toilets. Who in God's name told people that it was a cute idea to paint a bathtub lemon yellow with lavender flowers on it and fill it with Morning Glories? The only thing I will ever plant in a toilet comes after a long dance with a diuretic and a large-print edition of Reader's Digest. Talk about a rock garden.
I even saw a yard where some out-of-work musician planted a sunflower in a tuba! In a TUBA folks. I am pretty sure a tuba sells for several thousand dollars, so why wouldn't you put it on eBay instead of looking at it and saying, "Golly...that looks like a groovy place for an herb garden."
People...your yard is NOT the place to become creative with old appliances and useless bric-a-brac.You can't make a wishing well out of an old laundry basket, a rolling pin and a rusty paint can. If you can, save this kind of inspiration for scrap booking, where doing screwed up things with pictures of your family is not only acceptable, but encouraged.
