Now understand, it is not my job to cut the grass. I love a nicely mowed swath of lawn as much as the next guy, but when it starts to get above the ankles I start to get testy. I suppose I could break down and cut it, but whenever I think of doing this I get these visions of endless summer days going round and round for hours on end, the sun beating on my back on the riding lawnmower in the huge front yard. Plus, there's a hill so I'd probably cut my foot off trying to push the mower up (No, we don't have a riding lawnmower, don't think it would fit in the yard). Ah well, maybe next week :-)
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