Remember this piece of shit umbrella that helped add ambiance to the 90210 neighborhood of Nashville in which I reside? If not, do yourself a favor and click here to read about it.
After reading about my contribution to trashiness last week, my dad decided to give me a pre-birthday gift (PBGs are THE BEST, as I celebrate my upcoming birthday the entire month of March) in the form of a little patio makeover (my dad initially helped me complete my patio wing, which took an entire year to complete – read about the loooooong process here) on St. Patty’s Day.
First, “we” started by blowing the ugly out of the yard (I contributed by snapping pics).
Then to spruce up the corner of my sidewalk, “we” prepped the area for a trio of daffodils.
I served as the Project Manager as my folks worked on filling the umbrella base with sand.
Blonde moment 4,325 – did you know that by putting sand in the umbrella base you can avert disasters like this? Me either.
Blonde moment 4,326 – did you know that when you put sand in this contraption, you put it in the smaller opening? Me either.
While I was having all kinds of light bulbs go off in my blonde brain outside, Ted was desperately seeking attention trying to claw his way through my storm door.
When I went to fawn all over him, this is what I was welcomed by…
And as I went to capture his ‘guilty’ mug, this is what I got…
But I’ll take a ruined rug for a spruced up party wing!
And as we did the year before, we christened the patio with cocktails (duh, how else do would I do it?).
Making the ‘hood a tad classier with my spruced up party patio back in action due to my PBG (can you tell I hate my birthday?).
Neighbors, you’re welcome.