I mowed my jungle last night. It has been raining more than usual.
Rain? More than usual? Here? ... *nodding emphatically* Nope, not t'all, no idea what anyone is saying when they say it's over average. To me it all sounds like everything is peachy.
I know a person ain't supposed to fuss if they ain't doing the work. But confound it, I about have a notion to talk with the boss of that mow crew. One of his youngin's come 'long and used a weed eater to trim shrubs. Now, I'm all in to being quick. But well, it didn't go over with the wife who wondered if I had fought off the manic from Texas Chainsaw Massacre. She was a feared even if she's hillbilly and used to hearing butta knives run, hearing one whine at you sleeping, can imagine the scared it put in her.
The shrub in question was right down below her bedroom window. Then to beat all, he did not move the chair back into its spot, he moved it without asking. Been fine had he put it back. No, he left it. Such slop and unprofessional carrying on, not seen the like.
Well piss! I'm sounding like her Pawpaw.