Yep! That's pretty much how my yard looks now. I hadn't mowed for almost two weeks because it's been so dry that it wasn't necessary. The weeds, you understand, are growing magnificently, but the grass was breaking under my feet when I mowed. Well it has now rained. And rained. And rained. And rained. (I think you can see why it's now THREE weeks since I mowed...)
And now I have a bit of a problem on my hands!
Here's to hoping the sun I see STAYS PUT until I can get off work and begin the trek through the yard, peering over the top of the grass....
After that I'm scraping more paint and glue off my front porch. Please don't be jealous of all my fun. I realize it's nearly too much to absorb.
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"Chewie", you ARE having too much fun! After cutting the grass, I think you need to do some really hard work. Perhaps you should go shopping for ingredients to make a decadent dessert of which you must share the recipe on your blog!
Scraping the porch??? Really, you shouldn't over excite your anticipation of such!
Sooooooo glad right now that my boyfriend takes care of our yardwork! When I was single, I paid a guy to do it. I just suck at that stuff.
Hey, your fun sounds a lot like mine today...a visit to the pediatrician followed by a 2 hour stint at the hospital for an upper GI series for Ethan...all the while, none of us having eaten lunch.
Yep, I won't be jealous of you, if you promise not to be jealous of me. Deal?
Hope it's not raining there. It is here at 6:00. Our grass needs to be cut too...
Tsofah - This chewie thing is cracking me up! :)
I would have gone shopping but my feet hurt. So I sat down to watch supernanny and catch up on blogs.
Stephanie - I have contemplated hiring the work done but I'm too cheap! HOWEVER, when the leaves fall, I just might have to consider dipping into the paycheck a bit for someone ELSE to have all the yardwork fun.
Christina....I write to you from under the sound of rain....but the yard work is DONE, thankyouverymuch.
Um, is Ethan okay??????
and I won't be jealous. promise.
Somehow you've got to get IWU to switch streets - EVERY year they would come down ours and rake all of the leaves as a service project to the community. Did I hide inside so they would think I was a poor, old lady instead of a lazy, able-bodied person who just hadn't gotten around to it yet? . . . um . . . gotta go! Talk to you later! ;)
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