The lawn hasn’t been mowed for two, going on three, weeks. On the one hand, fortunately, we have no grass left in the yard… okay, very little grass left in the yard… so it doesn’t look that bad because the weeds can only grow so tall.
But the Butcher has late nights all this week.
And it’s going to rain this weekend.
So, it might be me mowing tomorrow night. I have never mowed using a riding lawn mower. In fact, if you remember, I just learned how to turn the thing on last fall. And I drove it approximately twice.
And I will have to call my dad and refresh on how to start it.
Oh, and the other stupid thing I did? I talked the Butcher out of hiring someone, because I thought, with an acre it’d have to be a million dollars to get it mowed, by promising I would rake.
Today I learned that people hire baby planners, like wedding planners, but for your pregnancy. I’m having a hard time understanding this, but that could just be because my family’s idea of getting ready for a baby is going to the doctor, moving all smoking outside, and making sure the 100-year-old crib all babies on my mom’s side of the family are required to sleep in in order to prove their worthiness won’t crack under their weight.
But I do wonder if I couldn’t benefit from a lawn planner, someone to say “if the Butcher wants to spend his money, shut the fuck up.”
Man, but my lawn planner would always be nagging me about weeding.
That part would suck.
Unless my lawn planner would help me weed…
And my neighbor is having a baby! Without the benefit of a baby planner! We could both pitch in and hire a lawn baby planner.
I wonder if it’s justifiable to leave work early to go home and mow your lawn…
I’m a little loopy from tiredness. Work has been wild. Interesting and challenging and fun, but wow, all week I’ve been just busy as hell. I felt Thursday evening tired halfway through this morning.
I may need a job planner, too.
And a sleep planner…
And a let-the-dog-out planner…
Basically, someone else to run my life while I get all the glory. Not that there’s a lot of glory from living my life, yet, but it could come.