I’m pretty lucky to be renting a house that has a pretty awesome yard.
Look at that. That is goddamn majestic. It’s pastoral as fuck. Our local government is a village, for god’s sake. I am a villager. My neighbor is a pony.
How, you ask, will Jenny write about her dream yard? When she clearly is already living the dream?
I have fucking allergies.
This is my dream yard. No grass. No actual trees. None of that nature bullshit. Also, it should be indoors.
I never had allergies until like a few years ago. I turned thirty and it’s like, “Hey, your entire life is going to suck from April until December, is that cool? Awesome, enjoy hell!” The Bradys knew what they were doing.
But I’m pretty sure it’s also why they got rid of Tiger, because it cannot be fun cleaning dog shit out of turf.
Take a look at the other, probably more exciting and imaginative dream lawns people have come up with this week: