I'm all for landscaping and fixing up this property that I call home. But when it comes to transplanting tons, and I mean TONS of hostas throughout the course of my Tuesday afternoon... there's only so much tree-hugging I can stand. Let's just say my back hurts as if I had to carry around a 300-lb midget all afternoon. It's worth it because the air quality around our home most likely improved by 7,584 points. I've taken pride in making our lot look the best it can; so much so that when I saw a younger fellow walking the sidewalk along 96 in the late afternoon smoking a disgusting cigarette, it took just about all of my willpower to not whip out my slingshot and pelt him with some pebbles, screaming "Put that shit out, can't you see the progress we've made today!?"
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