Why is it that I didn't break a sweat, pull a weed, or truly even lift a finger (other than dialing the phone to call the landscaper) but somehow I feel accomplished? I'm sitting on my back patio, delighting in the perfectly edged lawn, neatly manicured shrubs, and freshly pruned trees feeling like, "Aahh...look what I did!" Um, no, ya lazy bum, you called Aurelio and he did it. You paid 75 bux and two bottles of water so you could watch it all happen through the kitchen window.
But hey, regardless of who deserves the credit, it's still checked off my to-do list. Nice.