The Fence

Have I mentioned how excited I am about getting a fence in the backyard?  It has been such a huge adjustment for us to move into town.  We are actually not even in the big city, but right outside of it in a township.  It sounds great, but Ryan and I have discovered just how much we like living out in the country.  It's the little things like not being able to take the trash out in your underwear that you miss.  Not that I took the trash out in my underwear much, but now anytime I go outside people are watching. 

Case in point-  when we had our yard flagged for the fence I went over to the neighbors, introduced myself and let them know about the fence and wanting to make sure they had no dispute over the fence placement, etc.  Well, Mrs J (as I'll call her) was chatty and seemed nice enough until she said, "so you have two little kids, right? and so and so said your husband is in the Army, right?"  Which made me walk away from the conversation with thoughts screaming in my head.  "The neighbors are watching and taking notes and talking with each other!  Ahhhhhhh!"  For the record I do scream in my head sometimes, it's quieter that way.

A fence will shield us from that.  They won't know when I didn't fix my bedhead, or that my clothes are mismatched and covered in snot or banana or whatever else was wiped on them.  They won't know that I decided to experiment with black eyeliner and feel glamorous in my sweatpants and bedhead.  We can hide.  Well that, and I won't have to be worried about the kids trying to run into the street, and the dog will have a bigger area to roam.

So close to having my own little utopia in the backyard: