The other morning I got home and found Tod in our neighbor's yard. We have two vacant houses on our street -- bank owned homes. Tod was in one of the yards, aerating it by hand.
Me: Ummm, what are you doing?
Tod: Aerating this lawn.
Tod: I want this house to sell for as much as possible.
So today I got home and found Tod in the OTHER neighbor's yard. This time he was working up a sweat: pulling weeds, clipping, trimming, edging...he claims he enjoys it and doesn't want his street "looking like crap."
Sometimes I wonder if you think I make up these stories. . .
Because really...who does this? Tod. Tod does this. Hey, I didn't marry him because he's like the rest of us...
Speaking of looking like crap...Tod recently planted a new tree in our yard. The tree looks fantastic, but he left the remaining dirt in the ditch for "later use." Our neighbor complained, so Tod willingly reshaped the pile (into a better looking dirt pile) and basically put it further into the street. I'm sure the neighbor is thrilled.