Today, I mowed the yard, front and back. And yes, I want a medal or something. Mowing should be outlawed in Houston for the fact that it is just too hot. My dad has a landscaping business. He has for many years. How in the world does he do this every day?
I wanted to surprise Ernest with my good deed. There was a cramp in the plan. I had no clue how to turn on the weed eater. I had to call. Then the weed eater had no string. I had to call. Then the weed eater that had fresh green string kept turning off. No gas. I had to call. Then I could not figure out how to attach the hose to our “special” weed eater gas can. I had to call.
Surprise, Honey.
I did the nastier than nasty sweat.
Oh, and I almost forgot. I have a show off neighbor. Yes, I do. While I was doing the whole trying to figure out the weed eater thing. He and his lawn crew (I think he is a landscaper) came in and within 15 minutes completed their whole yard. They mowed, weeded, and even took the blower for a spin. I looked at him and in my sweetest voice said “Show Off”. I am most certain he heard me over all of the lawn equipment that was being used. Wait. Was he even looking in my direction? No.
I think I also served as comic relief for him and his crew.
Maybe comic relief could be known as one of my spiritual gifts.
At least I provided some laughter for his morning.
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In other news.
While I was glistening the nasty sweat. Carly and Colt found a dead newborn something. I think it is a baby squirrel. It was so sad. They were so sad. They had a funeral for it and then buried it in our front flower bed. Do you have any clue what it is?
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Eeeeeeewwwwww! It reminds me of a possum.
Okay I must say. . . brave little you!!!! I have mowed the lawn for let’s see years now, and have never weed eated, not my favorite job, and would probably have the same issues with the weed eater you did, don’t know how to turn it on , don’t care to know how to turn it on. You definitely are comic relief, you brighten my day. As for the children how sweet is that, I think my boys would be disecting it instead of burying it.
You are a brave women…I mowed my lawn a couple of weeks ago and I was nasty…so I know how you feel about the sweat. It’s TEXAS, it is way to hot to mow a lawn. Also, I have no idea what that little thing is. It is possibly a squirrel. We never had to learn what the newly born offspring of animals looked like in any of my biology classes…sorry I am not of more assistance.
Squirrel is correct.
I love to mow the lawn! Seriously, although, we have a riding mower so it is sort of like driving a go-cart all over the lawn. But I do not love to weed whack. (We call it a Weed Whacker up here in the north.) I make PJ do that job. Jackson usually uses the blower and that sweet nine year old can start the thing on the first time and I can not start it for the life of me.
I liked your story! Especially calling Ernest. And again. And again.
What would we do without our men?
Oh how sad! Good for you trying to be a good wife. Im sure he still appreciated your efforts.
Girl,
I thought I be nice and mow the lawn for Sean last week. After mowing for an hour and not even finishing the FRONT YARD, I stopped when he pulled into the driveway. Apparently, adrenaline was keeping me going because as I stopped to talk to him I thought I was DYING. My face looked like a tomato, my blood pressure was sky high and I couldnt breathe lol…..needless to say….that’s his job from now on!!
Hi Debra! We (I mean our cats) had kittens not that long ago, and last year, and the year before that!, and what you found looks like a kitty. I bet the momma cat tried to move it and maybe forgot where she put it, or abandoned it all together. Some cats don’t want to be good mommies to their babies. That is my expert analysis of your animal. Michele, the vet!
I saw you and Ernest in Springfield a few weeks ago driving down Glenstone and then Battlefield….HI!!!
I ended up being behind/beside you for a while, but I never caught up to wave.
And your new Haiti boy….when do you get him home? How excititng!