The Mess That is Our Front Yard....



Someone once told me that moving into your own new home is joy. Apparently that person didn't have their builder blatently ignore major issues and complaints, delay their closing 8 times, and, oh yeah, forget to hook the plumbing up to the sewer.

Roomie and I found booty wipes in the front lawn this weekend. Yeah...I just said booty wipes...in the lawn... You know, after you flush, you're not supposed to have to see that stuff again... oy veh.

So, three weeks after (finally) moving into our dream home, we stayed in a hotel last night. On the bright side, the city health department closed down all of the builder's construction until they finish it...that's kinda funny.... Perhaps we'll have flushing toilets tonight...