After living here for 16 months, breaking four lawnmowers, and many many feet of growth, the lawn is officially mowed. And not with a weedwacker or with a sickle, but a bona fide lawn mower, that works, and mows, and whose handle doesn't snap, or belt brake, or crank shaft snap. For crying out loud. I'm not gonna lie, I shed tear. A little one. And to mark the occasion, a freshly cut lawn photo shoot.
We went and got a Carvel cake too, this is a celebration people, and even after it was left in the refrigerator for hours and melted into a blob we still decorated it appropriately (but not for this blog).
Then we ate venison hot dogs. Interesting. Lotsa mustard.
Labor day indeed.
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