I am officially a suburbanite . . .
Shoot me now.
Carlos signed us up for lawn service. People are going to come and treat our lawn and make it lush and green by next summer. I hate freaking lawns.
Now, before I get scolded, the lawn service is all organic and uses no chemicals or treatments that are harmful to humans or pets, but still I feel a little decadent.
We live in a new contstruction home (don't get me started on that), my backyard never took, and while I'd be happy to turn as much of our tiny back yard into garden, I do realize that since we do plan on selling the house within the next 5 years, a dying brown lawn is not particularly appealing.
I hate being grown up.