An Unappealing Site
As she sipped her coffee that morning, she looked out into the yard with a disgusted look. She asked her husband when he would do something about what she was looking at.
He told her that he would look into it when he had time. She huffed. “So why didn’t you do it yesterday instead of watching the game?” He gave a helpless shrug, and she made it clear that she wasn’t happy with what she saw in their yard.