I found a human head!

I dug from 1130am yesterday until about 7pm, clearing out the areas of grass, heaving it into a wheelbarrow, then piling it in a corner of the backyard. Needless to say, I can barely tilt my neck forward to look at my shoes, and bending at the waist is completely out of the question. I overdid it, I really did. But all that needs to happen now is the rental of a tiller, and then we're in business. I think my tomatoes are about to march themselves down the the Depot, rent a truck and till it themselves. They're ready - they barely fit in their little container anymore.

My new next-door neighbor has a tiller that he said he'd let me borrow if I needed it. However, I'm in sort of a pickle with that. Ted and I borrowed his ladder once and returned it, and he was very nice about it. That being said, I don't want to be "those neighbors". You know the kind, don't want to pay for their own drill bits, so they're always over in your garage, drilling holes in things and leaving their sawdust on your floor for your dog to track into your house. What I should have done is borrowed the ladder from a DIFFERENT neighbor, then borrowed the tiller from the guy next-door. How was I supposed to know that the ladder guy would also end up being the tiller guy?? I know if I go over there and say, "Hey, can we borrow that great tiller of yours?" He will happily lend it to me - but then we become THOSE neighbors. "Those irresponsible kids who moved next-door and are always coming over here and borrowing things!" I can see it now: Woman, 24, Tarred and Feathered for Borrowing Too Often. So do I pay the extra $50 to rent some tiller off Craigslist from a man named Jim? Or do I swallow my pride and go next-door?

At any rate, I found a human head while digging yesterday. I saw a fleshy thing in the soil, and a shiver went down my spine. I can see it now: Woman, 24, Finds Human Head in New Yard, Sues Township and Makes Millions. I jammed my trowel into the dirt, spraying soil across the grass. "Who cares if there are rocks in the grass - there is a HUMAN HEAD!!!" Well, after I finally resurrected my treasure, I confirmed my suspicions. R.I.P. Ken, your head must have been ripped from your body during a child's casual play, nobody gave any thought to your diginity... Well, maybe the grubworm curled around your ear did.