I keep referring to the fugly side of my house,
and today I'm gonna suck up my pride and show it to ya. Sorta. Kinda. Don't judge me.
this is the side my ginormous window boxes reside (why did I have to make them so huge??),
and also the place where my craptastic potting bench needs to be, too.
this is also where all the electrical box/contraptions/wires/total crap resides, too.
Oh my heck. Allow me to tell you a little story, here.
I wanted that satellite gonzo. We weren't using it and had no plans to. So here I am, minding my own business, rearranging a few things ("if we could just get up in the kitchen, rearrange a few things, then we could certainly party with the Haitians". . .), when this random handyman stops at my house and tells me how I need his help because I'm
"gonna be out here forever doing what I'm doing."
Let's just say to make a long story short, I don't think I've ever been talked down to so condescendingly in my life.
"You need power tools to do what you're doing or it's gonna take you another 45 minutes. . ."
"I've noticed you've already been out here for-EVER. Are ya trying to get a tan or what?"
"You're gonna need to fill in these holes in the stucco. . . "
"Pfft! What is this fencing for on your garden? Are you afraid of DEER??" (obnoxious, snarky laugh).
And you know, all the while this dude "helps" poor little helpless ole me, he's patting himself on the back for being such a great guy. A good samaritan.
It was at that point that I punched him in the gut, pistol whipped him with my drill, and then walked away like a boss.
I thanked him very nicely and then flipped off the back of his head as he swaggered away.
Okay, all but the flipping off part.
poor little helpless ole me finally got both my ginormous window boxes up and filled them this weekend:
Show ya when they fill out. I've got some itty bitty sweet potato vines in there that I have high hopes for.
So, um, I guess I can't cover up the electrical box meter thingy, huh? Electrical company wouldn't like that? Darn.
I moved my flag decoration thingy (I'm going for a world record for the use of the word "thingy" in one blog post. "To the Thingamajigger!"), over to this side for kicks 'n giggles, and. . .
Yeah, I know. Still kinda ugly. It's the best I can do.