Roadblock

I feel like we have hit a dead-end. It is almost a 30 min drive from the house we're living in to the house that we bought. It is so hard to make the time to get out there and actually get anything done before we have to drive home to feed Looney and make sure she isn't feeling otherwise neglected. It has been weeks since we were last here and today, instead of painting as we had intended, we instead had to tackle the jungle that sprang up in the backyard. I wish I had a picture somewhere but I kept expecting Robin Williams and a herd of monkeys to leap over the fence, him shouting at me to take my turn as the quicksand enveloped his head. Also, I googled it, a group of monkeys is actually called a barrel. A barrel of monkeys, who knew?

In all seriousness though, we had a letter in our mailbox (that I don't think has been checked since we bought the house, poor post person) from our HOA telling us that we had 14 days to address our weed problem. It is a good thing they can't see what the back looks like... Anyways, 3 very full trash bags later, the majority of it has been fixed but nothing was done inside the house. Oh! We did pour some drain cleaner down the master tub and it seems to have cleared whatever small blockage there was so I'll take that as a win.