Kawn. Lawn... over here its called a yard. But we have 4 acres of yard...does your real man want to come and mow the bloody stuff...its not the grass I mind but the bloody weeds all imported from the northern hemisphere... lovely little flowery pot plants which went bananas over here... we mow those weeds which the nurseries sell as pretty pretties...hm and ifn I don't do it I have to pay someone else to do it and I'd rather buy whiskey, or paint or printer ink....but I do so love my 4 acres!
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Very nice, Mr. Spouse.
He called us little?
Photos of lawn clippings and alien gumball heads, in the same week. Awesome.
Where else are you going to get that besides this blog?
'little blog friends'? Suddenly I see a collection of garden gnomes prancing about this freshly mowed lawn. Which makes me very happy.
Oy, vey. There's another thing I didn't get done this weekend.
Spouse 1, Me 0.
Nicole, I don't think he was being dismissive with that "little" comment. It's just that he thinks you all must be small because you live in a laptop.
Pat, You've been sick. If you got dressed and out of the house this weekend then you did good.
Kawn. Lawn... over here its called a yard. But we have 4 acres of yard...does your real man want to come and mow the bloody stuff...its not the grass I mind but the bloody weeds all imported from the northern hemisphere... lovely little flowery pot plants which went bananas over here... we mow those weeds which the nurseries sell as pretty pretties...hm and ifn I don't do it I have to pay someone else to do it and I'd rather buy whiskey, or paint or printer ink....but I do so love my 4 acres!
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