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?
