It saves time when yelling to get the kids/dogs/crackheads off the lawn. There just isn't that much to get trampled and peed on.Then there's the low-maintenance concrete garden below. Don't be fooled by the bright green near the door. That's not grass: it's Astro-turf. The graffiti in front is a classy touch, no?
(By the way, isn't "Concrete Garden" a tune by Elton John? If I ever get famous, I hope I die and Sir Elton changes the words to his own song to capitalize on my tragic demise.)Seriously, though, I think Jimmy Hoffa might be buried under there.
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I live in the country and we have actual grass in our backyard (thank God or whatever Wiccan goddess you worship that it's almost time to stop mowing) so I can't relate...but still it's funny.
My two story sits on almost half an acre of grass and trees...it comes with ticks and spiders and grasshoppers and beetles and....Can't have it both ways.
haha! now those are my kinda lawns. ;)
@unfinished-- A backyard. You are a lucky devil!
@don-- Apartment living comes with its own kind of critters. It's afull-time job keeping them out.
@chat blanc-- I was going to call the bald one a Sphinx, but I wasn't sure if anyone would get that waxing metaphor.
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