P.S. After killing the lawn mower and reporting the murder to it's owner I proceeded to put a bathing suit on and go lay in the lounge chair and read. I did however have enough good graces to bring my little sunning self in the house, lest the God send Seth fear I'd start calling him, cabana boy.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
The Lady and the Lawn Mower
For the record, I enjoy my independence. I enjoy having to answer to no one. I enjoy not having to give an account for sleeping until 1pm on a Saturday, or for staying out till near 3ish on a Friday. Not that I frequent the 3am homecomings. I enjoy buying orange high heels and pretty red dresses with no place to wear said dress. I enjoy eating ice cream for dinner and dessert. However, there are times when a little "manny" or handy man would be just lovely. For instance when your grass needs cutting, like up around well past the ankle level hurting for a cutting. I get tired of waiting for someone to pity me and cut the grass so, today I learned how to cut grass. And I cut grass and then I killed the lawn mower. And now Seth, whom I've never met is cutting my grass. God Bless, Seth. God Bless, Seth.