So, I still haven't completely abandoned the idea of adding an ark to the project list ... but if the weatherman is right, this weekend will be dry. That means only one thing: I have to mow my yard.
If not, it will soon look more like Vietnam than a home in the suburbs. And, the fact that both yard and work are four-letter words is irony not wasted on me.
I'm the person who gets excited when the realtor on House Hunters says, "And it has a lovely little yard." (Added emphasis on the little.)
For years, I have always maintained that it will be very easy to tell when I hit the lottery. Every piece of yard maintenance equipment I own will be out in the alley. I will never touch one again.