The Shoutbox
There was an old man in our neighborhood that used to mow the lawn in his underwear, long sleeve shirt, sun hat, and garden gloves.
And I never wear shorts. Always jeans. Even in 90 degree weather. It’s my armor.
I’m usually the one that is wearing clothing that doesn’t match the season. Like today I had a wool hat on and my hoodie pulled up over my head but it was like 65F out there.
I’m surprised the mower even started. It spent the better part of winter sitting in the elements.

I loathe yard work. I refuse to do it. I’m a new species. We burst into flames when we’re outdoors.
I mowed the back, which looked like Vietnam. I said forget the front. Our neighbors probably already hate us for always having a shit yard but I don’t care. Costs money to maintain that shit. I’m all about letting Mother Earth run wild. She’s crazy when you get some liquor in her!
Originally Posted by John McClane
I gotta do yard work today. Bleck.

Double time, soldier! Storm's a comin' .
Easter is a day that really makes me regret my dietary choices.
I gotta do yard work today. Bleck.
Have an eggcellent day one and all.
Happy Easter, everyone!
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