Today my husband and I were working out in the garden, clearing out weeds and things. The lady who lives across the street walked over and was like, "WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BUSH THAT WAS HERE?'

We were like, "Uh, we ripped it out because it was dead and horrific-looking."

"BUT IT BLOOMED SO BEAUTIFULLY IN THE SPRING. HOW COULD YOU GET RID OF IT?!"

Uh, excuse me. If you aren't helping with our mortgage payment, you don't get a vote regarding what we do with our garden. Holy shit, man. Some people.