Friday, July 22, 2011

For the Love of God Mow the Lawn

So I went out this morning to do my business only to find the grass so high I couldn’t help but pee on my leg.

I gotta say, the old man is a slacker when it comes to household chores. When was the last time he mowed the place? Probably a few weeks ago.

This wouldn't be a problem in the drought days of late, but the Old Man keeps watering the yard. Grass, just add water and it grows. Reminds me of the Sea Monkey I brought to life many moons ago. Let me be clear about something, when I use the word grass I mean stuff that grows in the back yard that is green. Others, with finer backyard tastes, would use the word, weeds.

Regardless, the only way to get it down to a manageable level is to eat it. You know, chew it like a Cow chews its cud. I then have the option to throw it up somewhere inside the house. It’s a family favorite so I do it often.
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