I work all day (7-4) at a career I 'ass-backed' into and when I come home, I want to relax. Friday finally rolls around and I am stoked. Two whole days to lay on my ass, stare at the wall, and watch my beloved Giants make fools of themselves EVERY SUNDAY!!!

So I pull onto my street..... park in my normal place on the street behind my house..... walk through the back yard to enter my house through the backdoor. As I approach my porch, to my extreme discontent I saw 8 bags of cedar mulch piled up nicely in the corner. FUCK!!!

Once again my mother and girlfriend conspire against me to fulfil their needs. I'm just suprised they didn't make me go buy it and haul it home with my pick-up.

They could have atleast asked, damnit.

This is going to require more than the usual marijuana consumption. I hate mulching. However, I do enjoy the feeling of satisfaction when viewing the completed project. But thats it. Perhaps if the garden beds were weeded and the bulbs being taken out WERE ACTUALLY TAKEN OUT it wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps I'm just over exacerbating the situation..... or perhaps I'm just lazy and selfish. But damnit, the weekend is my time to be lazy and selfish.

I completely understand the need for weekend work. When else are things going to get done?? I'm sure as fuck not going to mulch at 5 when I get out of work.

The moral of this story is this:

Life is life and the only way to deal with it is to just deal with it.