The sun finally came out, and I spent most of yesterday afternoon wrestling with the grass. And I say “wrestling,” because it was so long it grabbed me by the ankles and took me down.
We have a reel mower, which Bryan quit complaining about outright long ago. Now he just makes subtle comments like, “I’m heading out to mow the lawn a couple times!”
But even *I* have to admit that two foot tall crab grass does not cooperate with the rotating blades of a reel mower.
In other news, my fingernails are soft and keep tearing, a flat iron lengthens the time between hair cuts, and I’m terrible at returning phone calls (sorry Beth!).
Oh, and we were robbed.
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