I'm so sick of explaining why the weeds have to be whacked to my husband. He's such a child.
We VERY narrowly avoided getting a 1000 dollar fine today. Guy was walking up to serve it when we had just finished most of the weeds. He turned around and left. 3rd citation is 1000 dollar fine.
My husband comes inside and yells at me like it's MY fault we almost got a fine. Then after a little argument, apologies were made and he agreed to take care of it.
Later, he throws a hissy fit because he thinks it looks fine now. So I finished the weeds. While I have a fever and I'm coughing.
So sick of the stupid bullshit drama.