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The grass is always greener. Er…Shorter.
July 2nd, 2008
It is really not his fault. Those damn allergies are to blame. I am sure that if he was allergian free The Husband would mow the yard on a regular basis. I fully plan on doing it myself once The Son can be left inside by himself for awhile. We used to pay someone to do it for us, but of course that went the same way as decent haircuts. I sure as hell am not going to pay $30 for the lawn to be cut, and $4 for my hair.
This has left our yard looking…..horrific. It has not been weed-eated (really? is that a word?) since last year. Tonight as our boys frolicked on The Neighbor’s stunning grass, I took the opportunity to capture the stark differences. Oh, how lucky we are to have such first world problems.
The Boys did a little Yoga while I stared at the Jungle in our front yard.
6 Responses to “The grass is always greener. Er…Shorter.”
Check out The Son’s Farmer’s tan.
Okay suggestion –why not mow when (The Husband) is at home to watch (The Son)? We have to mow our yard in the evening because usually neither of us is home during the day so usually Tark watches the boys and I mow or the boys play outside while we take turns.
I do hate lawn care though. The worst is having to weed eat around the fence, yuck I hate doing that.
Well The Husband is not home very often in time to eat dinner, work out and then have me mow…
also, because The Son is going through this whole thing where he screams bloody murder if not in a very close proximity to me. It is really sweet in a need to up my scrip kinda way.
Also….You used my boys real names.
oops sorry, didn’t mean to use real names….You are going to have to mow sometime or you are going to lose TheSon in the grass
Maybe we can work out a swap? Mowing for helping watch H when his sitter is gone
Once again, the shame and guilt found by your wife posting pictures of your (insert appropriate shame-worthy event here), this time the lawn, on the internet and saying how bad it looks has motivated yours truly, The Husband to get off his duff and mow the yard.
I PROMPTLY spiraled into an asthma attack and my wife had to finish, but I tried my best to due my manly duty before succumbing the the numbing effect that happens when your lungs shut down and say, HELL NO!! We’re not helping you breath just so you can mow some more.
I went in, took a shower and about 3-4 hits on my rescue inhaler and all was right with the world again.
But did she post pictures of the lawn after I did my part??? NO…of course not, leaving the shame for another day to help ensure that I don’t let it get that way again.
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at least not the part that can be seen from the street. The backyard is another story, 3 feet high in some places. Oh well, I’ll save that one for when I want lots of sympathy and babying.