seriously, people, i need a schedule. after several hours of animal crossing (btw deb i paid for your next house upgrade and then some) i realized i hadnt moved much over the course of the day.

anyway, about an hour ago, i sprayed down with BUG repellent and headed for the shed. the smell of cut grass probably makes most people nostalgic in some ways; dad mowing on the weekend, waking you up from a morning you though you were going to be able to sleep in, forcing you to mow also, even though you still have blisters from the last time you did it... my dad didnt have a son right away and just past the time my brother got to lawn-mowing age, they became apartment dwellers. me and my sisters were the mowers, along with dad, and he would split up the lawn into manageable sections. dad would invariably get the largest part to cover and we brought him drinks or a wet rag to wipe his face with while he worked. i suppose seeing him sweat so much in the FL summer made me feel guilty and i would usually try to take over sooner. then, when i was red faced and dripping, he would appear and take over the controls. this was how it was for us.

the best part? all of us in the pool afterwards. rinsing off be damned.