Dig that bad ass mallet playing step son of mine.

Dig that bad ass mallet playing step son of mine.

The whole front of the house has been mowed. Next is the side and then the back. Speaking of backs, mine hurts a lot. When I say a lot I mean a ton. When I say a ton I mean a mountain range sized hurt. I took some Tylenol an hour ago. Just imagine how much this would hurt without it. Yikes.
Slight subject change. What is this?

I often find garter snakes hanging out on the lawn mower when I bring it out. There was a little guy on it today, in fact. My first thought was this thing is a snake skin. Now I’m not sure. Now I think it’s some kind of coating that used to be on the pull starter’s rope.
Either way, it’s a backyard mystery.
Today is the day you die, tall grass. Today is the day I cut you down.
My name is Robert the Red head. You made my yard look ugly. Prepare to die.


My father coming home from the hospital was good. Everything else today was kinda shitty. For example, the minute I got home tonight this little animal barfed all over the place.

But, as a wise television show about teenage girls once taught us, you take the good… you take the bad… you take them both and then you have… the facts of life. Yeah, the facts of life.
This stupid little thing is the only thing keeping me from jumping off the roof when I work from my parents’ house.
The breeze it produces is gentle yet glorious.

It’s been a long time since Ms Patches has joined me for work, but here she is today, paying a visit.


This is the last of the cake we got from that bakery in Windham for Bellana’s birthday and it’s mine, dudes…. It’s mine.
Harry’s school’s award night was tonight. It was a YouTube steam. Harry got an award. It wasn’t as exciting as winning an award in front of a full auditorium, but it’s still awesome and I applauded.
Congratulations, Harry! We are so proud. Even Patches is proud.

You know you’re close to the border when the Canadian flag starts popping up at random places.
Look kids, scenery!
We were stopped someplace and I saw this and liked the look of the field for some reason and I wonder what’s under that little bump. A bomb shelter? A meth lab? A Hobbit Hole?
See the school bus? I don’t know what was going on, but I saw privately owned school buses all over the place. It felt like The Partridge Family or something.
You’re going to have to seriously tax your memory for this one… when was the last time you saw a gas pump without a card reader?
And finally…..