Grass FrEaK!

I am looking out the front door at my lawn. uuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!!! It needs to be mowed, yet again. DOES it not take a HINT? I would think with the constant put downs and profanities yelled at it, there would be some sort of stunt in growth. But NO. It happily gulps the sludge that remains from all of this rain.

I am obsessed with grass. yards. whatever?:) If I won the lottery, the first thing I would buy would be a riding lawn mower:) and then a chocolate factory, onward to find the store that sells "enough courage". I would love to sky dive with that!!!

Really though? Am I alone people? No! I know you must see the lawns with weeds blowing in the wind on your travels and say to yourself "those are some wicked weeds. I would have fixed that problem weeks ago." Please tell me you think that...ok?

My sanity sadly can rely on my lawn. My kids could care less, but when I mow....the grass blowing out the side of this machine, intrigues them. Sure. I warn. They keep appearing. Right in harms way. I think they are off having fun...and then I make one of many turns and there they are with heads tilted, looking like a lost puppy, staring at the black spitting hole. lol ~ And there I am screaming "MOVE (with an explanation)"over the roar....the mommy LOOK doesn't work when your kids know your dependant on them for water.

Needless to say, I am ready for my sun to come out, or win the lottery:)