lately and mowing in the dark sounds like something a drunk fraternity guy might
try, not a responsible husband. (Ed. note: If you are a drunk fraternity guy
looking for something to do, please come mow my lawn. You'll be fine, don't
The yard is in bad shape. And I don't just know that because the neighbors
are pointing and laughing. I know we need a good mow because when Little
T walks around in the yard, she doesn't have to bend down at all to pull a
dandelion. They're kind of at eye level. Okay, fine, she almost has to reach up to
The upside here: Using those dandelions, I've finally been able to teach her how to
blow from her mouth properly. A huge skill for a two year old.
We're hoping that the rain stops by the weekend so Josh can mow. And also
because for every five minutes it rains, I'm pretty sure the grass grows another
inch. Can you say jungle?