Ever since the snow melted and the world turned green, it has mocked us.
Coming. Going. Didn’t matter. It mocked us, daring to do something about it.
Usually, I drive by trying to not look; rationalizing that if I don’t see it, others won’t either.
The poor neighbors – they seem like a lovely couple – have to deal with it every moment of every day. I am embarrassed that our weakness has been their burden.
But not anymore. Today, right now, it ends. I am marching straight to the garage after writing this post and getting my weapon of choice to deal with that monster once and for all.
(cue the Clint Eastwood music)
This property ain’t big enough for the two of us. It’s time for a showdown.
That flowerbed down by the mailboxes has finally pushed me over the line and it will pay.
By the end of the morning, only one of us will be triumphant in victory and power. Dear Lord, let it be me….