I feel like every time the duck is home, we undertake these gigantic house projects.
And every time I tell him what we are going to do I feel like he wants to murder me more and more every time.
This particular trip home of his, I have decided he should build the 60 foot fence on the side of our house and landscape as well..
(consider me murdered)
See there is a back story here..
We share our property line with a SUPER CREEPY old dude and his SUPER CREEPY OLD mother
I mean Creepy...(he hit my gardener with a hammer because he blew a leaf on his rented property, yikes)
Anyways
Here is whats happening with it thus far.
Monday
Yesterday...
and tomorrow...
(in my dreams)