Sunday, May 01, 2005


It's that time of year again...when one man goes to mow.

"I'm just going to cut the grass, sweetheart. I might be gone some time."

Froggy, for it is she, evil of smirk and twinkling of eye, "Shall I fetch you the scissors then, daddy?"

2000 square yards of weed filled meadow. At least it gives me time to think. Unfortunately, all I can think of is how much I hate mowing the grass.

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