Not bad for a fat girl

Suburban Invasion


lawn-hostasThey descended like a military unit, all shock and awe. My shattered dream was a casualty of the buzz and drone and whine of their battalion of equipment as it overtook the property outside my open window. They shouted orders to each other and went about their business with an impressive focus. The noise assaulted my fragile hold on the new day, and the overpowering scent of freshly cut grass attacked my delicate sinuses. Must they work at this early hour? This invasion occurs several times a week in this neighborhood. The calm is exploded and the air is seeded with allergens. The yards, however, are pristine. I’m glad I’m just visiting.

Author: BulgingButtons

I'm a middle aged woman doing the things that middle aged women do and trying not to beat myself up. I'm living the life I choose with the man I love, the grown up son who impresses me all the time, and the most adorable pup ever rescued from the euthanasia list. We live in the heat of the Southwest, where I regularly sweat through my Lane Bryant bras.

4 thoughts on “Suburban Invasion

  1. This flower bed certainly looks beautiful.

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