In my youth, I was dedicated to mowing my lawn every week, sometimes twice a week if the grass was growing fast. In my old age (aka – a few years later), I have been less faithful to cause. I’ve found reasons and distractions to let the lawn go wild.
This year is different.
This year, I got a new lawn mower (makes a huge difference).
This year, I owe it to Josie to not let the grass grow taller then she is.
That said, I didn’t mow the lawn this weekend. The rain on Saturday prevented me. And my laziness prevented me on Sunday.
So yesterday evening, I finally got out and mowed the back. Not the front – but the back. For the dogs.
It was so nice, I even left the dogs out and they hung out on the deck watching me mow.
When I was done, I approached the deck and the dogs got excited. I sneezed. Josie then sneezed.
“I have allergies,” I said. “What’s your excuse?”
I paused, looking at her. She sneezed again.
“Right…Nasal tumor. You win.”
Happy Wiggle Butt 