Well Easter has come and gone leaving you girls with not much more than some colorful hard-boiled eggs with moderate body damage and little balls of plastic grass tumbleweed gently bouncing through our Easter ghost town. Little did I know what a couple of kilos of chocolate could do to …
My wife told me she thinks I love my lawn more than her. Not sure how to respond, I just praised her incredible female intuition.
Keep in mind girls, that your grandparents’ “apartment complex” (think: Shady Pines) is one of those mysterious and contradictory places where you are expected to “keep it down” at the same time you are required to “speak up!”
My wife says that I pay more attention to my lawn than I do to my lawn. I said – Lawn, that’s not true, you know I love you.