Matt Sullivan

Ahhhh ... who doesn't love a bank holiday Monday? The weekend begins with the promise of an extra day off, which my mind never entirely believes -- it thinks that it's all a vicious plot to lull into some sort of recouperative slothfulness, whereupon a ton of work will get dumped on it when it least expects it -- Sunday rolls around, and it feels like a Sunday, but then you wake up Monday ... with nothing to do.

I was awakened this morning at 10 AM -- this is a Sunday after all -- by my good friend Jason, who, in his infinite wisdom, decided to rope me into helping him with some gardening work. As I am not the best first thing without a caffine fix, I groggily agreed and after a couple of mugs of coffee -- that were more suited to be eaten with a spoon than drank -- I staggered a few houses down to see how my legendary skills at landscaping and horticultural knowledge were going to be put to the test (my mother will laugh uproariously at that little white skill-set lie).