Cute little rascals

I've been reading Cute Overload lately, which has made me highly susceptible to awww's when I find pics of cute little rascals on my camera. Must share. This is the wildlife that populates my backyard, as captured by my brother.

Heeeey, little buddy.

Hey heeeey, little buddy.

P.S. Please look at this puppy. The cute is killing me!

The back forty

Ah, the back forty. It needs help. This part of my backyard is supposed to be a vegetable garden, but instead, I'm cultivating a healthy crop of weeds and a couple rogue trees.

I did a little clean up on this area on Sunday, but I don't have much to show for it.

Look. The area is so desolate, not even sunlight falls on it.

Down the drain

Why the long face? Because sewage backed up out of the floor drain in my basement and I had to muck around in it to clean it up and then I needed to hose off in the front yard because I couldn't put anything down the drains inside, that's why.

Roto Rooter and I had a hot date tonight.

In case there was any confusion, yes, those are grocery bags on my feet.

Limb trim

Mother Nature did a little tree trimming for me last week ( Uh, thanks, I guess). I wouldn't recommend her services. I had to recruit extra muscles and a chainsaw to finish the job she left half completed.

If a tree falls in my yard and no one hears it, does it make me annoyed?

Raise the roof

My dad has mad skillz. He knows how to do stuff. This weekend he fixed a leaky spot on my roof with varying degrees of help from my brother, my mom and me. And as a bonus, he fixed a spigot, too!

Double bonus: My mom whipped out her green thumb and planted some flowers and other vegetation around my yard.

Leaving their mark on the place.

I said, "Smile!" What I got were these loving looks.

Dog-sitting Suds

I spent the better part of last week dog-sitting Suds. He's a good dog and quite the little (ahem, large) lover.

Dog sitting. Ha!

Disaster, courtesy of the Internet

My plans for tonight: Unpack my suitcase and tidy my room. Unfortunately for my room, the Internet got in my way, sucking me in with it's tales of strangers' lives, free shipping deals, singing public school kids, Shakespeare in the park, a missing airplane and fuzzy llamas. Now, it's almost 11 p.m. and my room looks like this.

It's 11 p.m. Do you know where your children are?