Because we are going to the lake for the holiday weekend, we decided to stay home this weekend. And teach the boxwoods a lesson. They are out of control. It looks like crazy old people live here. But I just hate dragging around the big ol’ orange extension cord and the electric trimmer thingy. And Bill pretends he doesn’t know how to trim boxwoods. Riiiiight.
Oh look! Storm clouds! Yes! Drive me inside, where I will fix a bloody mary to read a book and listen to the rain!
Dang. The storm missed us. Boxwoods, prepare to…
But wait! What is going on next door? A wedding party! It turns out that our (new) lovely young neighbors had their American-style wedding yesterday, and their traditional Korean wedding was this morning. The after-party is in their back yard! Woo hoo!
Brrriiiiinnnggggg. Hello, this is the Governor. May I please speak with your boxwoods?

It would have been rude of you to trim boxwoods while such a lovely wedding party was going on next door.