I still have all 10 toes! Mowing was actually kind of fun. Seriously.

My estimate of lawn size is more like 4 Twister mats. (I'm really bad at looking at an area and coming up with actual feet/inches measurements.)

I couldn't remember if The Boy mows the lawn for our next-door neighbor. I've seen him shovel snow off her walk, so I assumed that grass removal is like snow removal, in that if some fool is willing to do it for you for free, then you let them. So I mowed the neighbor's lawn, too, which is also about 4 Twister mats.

She wasn't home or didn't see me, so it's possible we'll get a brick through our window with a nasty message, but I doubt it. Who's going to say "How DARE you make my life easier?!?"

(Well, I'm sure someone out there would, but I don't think it's our neighbor.)

Perhaps I'll mow again before the summer is over. (You only have to do it, like, once a month, right?)

(Kidding!)

We had a strip of yard that abutted our neighbors' strip of yard and neighbor Dad was always mowing them both together so one day when Mom was out there mowing and neighbor Dad hadn't done it recently she was so proud that she had the opportunity to return the favor... until neighbor Dad came over to let us know she had mown through their TV cable.

Steph, recently STBX was out mowing our huge lawn (maybe 6 Twister mats) and the next door neighbor asked if he would run the mower over her 4 Twister mats. As he was doing that, neighbor and I decided that the house one more over needed mowing, so we got STBX to do that one too - maybe 6 Twister mats (love that unit of measure).

And GO YOU!!! YAY for 10 toes!

ahh OK, good to know it sounds better than it is. Thanks!

Just to be contrary, I had one that worked well for quite a long time. I don't know if the deal is the same w/r/t the coffee - at the time you could cancel the coffee deliveries pretty much immediately.

she had mown through their TV cable.

You know, I didn't even check for things like that (we don't have a TV cable, because we still don't have cable [or dish]; we have 2 1/2 channels). But the blade-y dealie is so silent and kind of smooth that I think I would have noticed if I mowed over a cable.

Maybe.

Woot! Well done, Teppy! I had confidence that you would conquer the unruly lawn.

my neighbor is a freak about lawn care. As in he can have a half an hour conversation about lawn care.( lawns grass, not gardens) Some where during the 1st yr we moved in he mowed my lawn. His kids followed him over and started pulling weeds out of the cracks in my driveway, and then his wife brought over a peach cobbler.

Yeah, neighbors making life easier and even pleasant...a good thing

Go Teppy with the mad lawn manicure skillz!

Quick u;pdate.

Mhy cousin's biological father showed up. Told his half sister she's family and he wants to talk to her and his mother again. I think my cousin is up there pulling strings with God.

Well biological father said our family would stab anyone in the back. But that's okay we don't have to deal with him after this and she does.

my cousin was loved. is loved. showed loved. There was an outpouring of love.

Oh wow, that's really really nice of you, Teppy!

Hope the biofather got what he needed out of the funeral. I can kinda understnad someone wanting to come to a funeral, even if they had a shitty relationship with the dead person. But that is not the time to bring up other shit, even if a death has made you think "Damn, I'm shitty, I should change that". Boo

I am officially a member of a sex club now! Which is to say, I went to an orientation, where they read us the rules, and I paid dues, and signed a form saying I would follow the rules. Whether I ever go to any further parties, or manage to, as the Brits say, "pull", is up to me. The "Center for Sex Positive Culture". Formerly known as the "Wet Spot".

Frighteningly, one of the original members' daughters was there tonight, because she turned 18 yesterday, and this was the first orientation (and later tonight, party) she was legally allowed to attend. She was hot, but I was still a little freaked out by the concept. I mean...your mom goes to a sex club, and you still want to attend?