I told myself that I was going to get outside and get that grass cut today...although now I'm not sure that was such a good idea because I'm coughing and hacking again. I love you, Dale, but you could have definitely kept these germs to yourself.
Along with grass cutting comes Trinka and her green feet. It cracks me up how green they get and how long they stay that way. Probably because she spends the whole time I'm cutting the back yard following me back and forth with her ball in her mouth, dropping it in front of the mower every time I turn it around to take the next swipe. One of these days I'm going to miss seeing it and it's going to go whizzing through the blades in multiple pieces.
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