It's a sad day when I can't even get my parody on - here muse, good muse... wanna biscuit?

I'm reading away...
can this be as bad as it seems to be?
It's oh, em, and gee...
acronyms can't say what it's done to me.
I'm losing my brain cells, what can I do?
Will advice make them better, give them a clue?
So I'll try, oh lord, I'll try... to critique on!

To tired to even move...

Yesterday Mr. Smeddley took it upon himself to break up some more of the concrete in the backyard. This led to us getting a dumpster delivered today, and me taking part of the day off work to help load it up (it's supposed to rain tomorrow, and I'm helping someone paint their kitchen on Sunday).

So we cleaned up a bunch of stuff and tilled some of the garden area, and...

There's now a spot in the backyard that has deliberate planting! It looks... weird. My backyard is supposed to look like a jungle, an overgrown mess! But here's this little patch of neat, flowery yard that seems so out of place. It's pretty, but weird. I'll take a picture of it tomorrow, cross your fingers and hope it rains tonight like it's supposed to.

Other interesting items of note:

The funky round tree is finally gone, yay!
The birdbath broke, boo.