I have not mowed my lawn. Ever.
It didn't matter over the course of the late fall and winter, since my backyard looked like a barren field once inhabited by Dog the Digger. But with March came rain, which was immediately followed by it's not-so-popular sibling, torrential downpour, in April. I now have knee-high grass in which I have lost my cat on more than one occasion. She is wee.
My neighbor even knocked on my door today and offered to let me use her lawn mower. I was embarrassed by the condition of my yard, so clearly I decided to launch into some preposterous excuse for my poor lawn care habits. I told her that I'm in the process of procuring a flock of sheep that would not only serve as an environmentally-friendly answer to lawn mowers, but as serious autumn barbeque fare. She finds me not funny. Shocking.
At any rate, if my apartment were a person, it would be homeless. Or a hippie.
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2 comments:
Dude, you are funny. I don't care WHAT your neighbor says!!
Les - Are you maybe in the wrong business??? You are Funny! Don't stop. Joey and I haven't laughed this hard in ages! It's YOU!!
Love you! Nana
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