My backyard is a very sad-looking place. It’s very self-conscious, so I try and not talk about it too much, but seriously, it’s depressing out there. It’s mostly dirt, with a few rocks. Oh, and lots of weeds - dead weeds - which takes a true amount of un-dedication.
Anyway, my parents felt sorry for me, plus they love me, so they decided to come down this weekend and try and make my backyard presentable. Side Note: It totally does now. Look presentable that is. But that is not my story.
My story starts last Tuesday when I decided that rather than do homework I would go work on my backyard so my parents would have less work to do when they came down (I know, I’m such a thoughtful child). I pretended to pull up a few weeds, but that was hard work, so instead I decided to try and remove a tree. It was just a small tree and very dead, so I figured it shouldn’t be too hard, right?
Wrong. Removing a tree from the ground is very difficult. There’s all these roots and things underground and there is no “Underground PeepCam” like in Rollercoster Tycoon, so it’s very difficult to know what’s happening down there. Consequently, I spent TWO hours trying to remove this stupid tree. I literally stuck the shovel in the ground and was hanging on it with all my weight trying to get the tree to come out. It took forever, but eventually I got the whole thing out, and I felt very accomplished.
Fast-forward to Saturday. There was still another tree in the ground that I had not taken the two hours to remove yet. So my dad goes out there, gets the shovel, and pulls the tree right out. I think it literally took him 10 seconds. What the freak?
But I refused to feel any less-accomplished, on account of it had just rained, which made the ground softer. Clearly, his task was much easier than mine, so I am completely justified in taking 720 times as long to accomplish essentially the same thing.
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