Monday, September 3, 2007

What Exactly Are You Watering?

Written by Sarah from In the Trenches of Mommyhood


Dear Homeowner:

I admit. I am jealous of your lush, green lawn. I admire the fact that you take such good care of your property by fertilizing, weeding, and most importantly, watering your tropical paradise.

But I have a question for you. Why are you watering the sidewalk and road with your complex irrigation/lawn sprinkler system? Now, I’m no professional, but I would think that the spray would be better served on your grass instead of concrete. Just a hunch.

You see, I run. At 6a.m. Because it’s the only frickin’ time I have alone to do so. I enjoy the serenity at that hour. However, your sprinklers? Are on. And are spraying me. As I run past your house IN THE ROAD.

So could you do a little maneuvering maybe? Save yourself a little money and have your sprinklers actually water your grass?

This cranky soaked wanna-be runner would sure appreciate it.






Sarah knows she had a mind once. Now she has children. She’s a mommy to 3 adorable, loving, loud, impatient, only angelic when sleeping, little boyz. And a wife. And a part-time corporate paralegal. Although life is hectic, demanding and downright crazy In the Trenches of Mommyhood, Sarah thinks that life is still good…Especially after she’s had a few glasses of pinot grigio.

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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Denver Water has a funny ad campaign going with the tagline: Use only what you need.

The funny part isn't the tagline, or the clever running toilet mascot who streaked through the field of a football game the other day (Stop running toilets!). The funny part is that people put these bright orange signs in the middle of their lush green lawns. In the middle of the desert.

September 3, 2007 at 6:52 PM
The Farmers Wife said...

how bizarre, I wonder why he feels the need to water the pavement...

September 4, 2007 at 12:56 AM
Lavender said...

I wonder if hes ever seen his watering system in action...surely he doesnt want to pay for water to wet down the pavement....egads!
As an possibly interesting sidenote, here in Australia weve been in drought for several years. As a result we have water restrictions, the use of sprinklers was banned!
Bet he wouldnt like that, LOL!

September 4, 2007 at 7:06 PM
Anonymous said...

Pass the bottle of wine my dear and we'll drink to my neighbor who runs his sprinklers in a downpour. Cheers.

September 4, 2007 at 7:39 PM

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