Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Avian Approbation Wednesday, GN!
“Texas born. Texas bred. When I die, I’ll be Texas dead. Ha!”
Didn’t see that mentioned in any of the stories I skimmed about Perot yesterday; heh.
Just mowed the back yard, which I really didn’t feel like doing given the temp and 91% humidity. But teh weather-guessers have forecast 7+ days of scattered thunderstorms. Not huge amounts of rain, but likely enough to make cutting already-way-too-long grass a real pain.
Along with the same temperatures, so there was no upside to procrastination.
Happy Fragrant Wednesday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
The bird cut the cheese and Fatwa cut the grass. There’s some sort of balance there, but I can’t quite figure it out.
I’ve got my weekly four-hour instruction period with two students, today (2 hours with each). By the time I’m done, the day’s half over and I haven’t even touched the other tasks on my summer list.
Good morning, Paddy!
The bird cut the cheese and Fatwa cut the grass.
I’d happily trade tasks with the bird.
Yes, I’m sure you would, but I don’t know if Ms. Brenda would approve.
Just so long as the lawn gets mowed… 😉
Lawns. Birds. Cheese. Three of the five necessary elements of any American novel.
Coup de Grass -- a novel of lawn Nazi’s, dueling neighbors, pink flamingos, and flatulance.