Things I Learned About Yard Work

(click here to enlarge pics of the angry-ass wedding possum)

After the ceremony, Lauren and I are going to welcome the guests to go downstairs and enjoy "sumptuous finger foods". Then we will all head over to the our house for drinking, dancing and cake. Our house has a great big backyard that has, over the years, fallen into disrepair.

Last weekend, me, Lauren and the landlord ventured into the underbrush to clear away the debris and detritus. We found:

-- the frame of a child's bed
-- a weight bench
-- cowboy boot planter, three times the size of actual cowboy boots
-- an angry-ass wedding possum

What I learned about yardwork:

-- that yardwork is invigorating
-- that my landlord once hosted an iraqi child
-- that the engagement present tires easily

What I learned about rescuing possums:

-- possums hiss
-- former military raised on farms in Wisconsin want to pitch-fork possums in the face
-- you can save possums from former military by diverting the energy away from killing and towards complex escape plans involving trashcans and teamwork
-- There are you tube videos abound of hissing possums

If the yard gets no fancier than this, I will be happy. But the landlord has big plans involving decking and concrete and flowers. Just in case, though, we moved the wedding up by three hours so that the yard will be cloaked in darkness sooner rather than later.