Without first checking with my landlord, I recently took the liberty of landscaping my backyard. As you can see, the results have been disastrous. The lagoon is too shallow, the palms are
crooked, the vegetation has fallen off the mountainside.... But I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "That's what he gets for using a cheap contractor." And you're right. I went with the lowest bid. Consequently, I have no one to blame but myself.
At the same time, the situation is intolerable. Something must be done to make my backyard livable again. And that's why I'm asking for help. Your help. The thought has occurred to me that I might be able to barely endure the situation if my backyard were full of scantily clad babes. So, if you're a babe, and you have a charitable streak in you, please ship yourself by overnight mail to Colorado Springs, Colorado. Please.