Two years ago when our septic system was All Shook Up, we had to Rip It up. That meant tearing up the entire landscaped yard, except for the fence line. The hubby put on his Big Boots and I put on my Blue Suede Shoes. It was a total mess. Everyone in the neighborhood kept telling us to Clean Up Your Own Backyard.
We had to place our Spring Fever on hold that year. First we had to Shake, Rattle, and Roll all the top soil and it took Today, Tomorrow, and Forever.
The reason for the delay was an unusual monsoon season, and When It Rains It Really Pours.
After three months we were still in A World of Our Own. We were Working On The Building for eight hours then came home to work in the yard for another eight. Yippie ya yo ya yeah!
I spent so many days sifting rock that I felt as though I was "Raised on Rock." If you had asked me what my plans for the day were, my answer would have been to do the "Rock-a Hula Baby!"
Slowly but Surely we made headway.
That's when I started digging Elvis Presley. Literally. Ok, so it was Just Pretend. But there he was - and I helped him up out of the dirt and there was a Whole Lotta Shakin Goin' On. And I said he could Stand By Me while I worked and we could Talk About the Good Times. That went on for another Twenty Days and Twenty Nights.
And then one morning the hubby told Elvis, "I know you're What Every Woman Lives For, but I only let you stay Until It's time For You To Go. And Doncha' Think It's Time?"
Elvis asked "Do you Know Who I am?"
and the hubby replied, "You're The Devil In Disguise and just Make Believe. "
Saying he had the Steamroller Blues is an understatement. He buried him Way Down and then rolled him under Sixteen Tons. Talk about Hearts of Stone.
So, now you know what is under the Green Green Grass of Home and will be left there for someone else to find A Hundred Years from Now. Aw heck - The Grass Don't Pay No Mind.
I hope you enjoyed my entry into Nikki's ELVIS SIGHTING CONTEST.
ps. Elvis is alive - Cross My Heart And Hope To Die
Ordinarily I'd sayBaby I Don't Care, but I'm so impressed how Every Effort has Been Made to tell the whole story.
However,I Believe that Just A Little Bit of the story may have been fabricated, as it's well known that Elvis has left the building. But as they say, There Ain't Nothing Like A Song to give a story that certain oomph.
Wow, who knew that you had that Big Hunk o' Love helping you Clean Up Your Own Backyard!! Are You Sincere when you said I'll Remember You after he went from Rags to Riches?? I'll have to Stop, Look and Listen to see if there's a Stranger In My Hometown...it might be Tiger Man coming to by to visit me Just For Old Time Sake:-) xox