More fun that a pile of rocks

Direct source of wicked jealousy.

What could possibly be more fun a pile of rocks, you might ask? Not much. Our patient neighbors got to look at this beautiful sight for about week while we prepped our projects. I know they were wicked jealous. (I've been talking a lot with random people lately about the use of the word wicked and how it sneaks back into your vocabulary... even though you have tried to repress it since your days in junior high school. But a pile of rocks would make anybody wicked jealous, so why repress it? It's wicked awesome!)

Now you're asking, "Why is she talking about a pile of rocks today? I thought this blog was going to be remotely interesting!" Well, there could be two reasons for that:
1) This pile of rocks is the perfect segue way into the riveting post that I am going to share regarding the transformation of our backyard. Or...
2) I did not get those backyard photos uploaded to my blog last night, so you're stuck with a pile of rocks.

I'm thinking it's 2.