I'm sitting out on the back deck over looking at my lawn, which is..ummm very tall. Our newest lawnmower doesn't work. It blows. It blows all the dirt and grass in your face. So, we are fighting with "Troy"..the lawnmower people. I should check back in my posts to see if I have already addressed this issue. But at the risk of repeating myself ... that mower is fucking nuts. Seriously, I have been mowing the back 40 with a little fucking electric lawnmower.
I can hear Gord coming home from the highway. He is driving his bro's Excalibur. I'ts powerful and loud.
And he just pulled in the driveway. I know the sounds. Just like a dog.
Even when we were dating, he used to come and pick me up with his motorcycle, and after he dropped me off at home and I went into my room, ... and if the wind was from the right direction I could hear his bike going home (4 mile ride) almost half way home.
Just sitting on the deck relaxing....thinking about the good ole days...
But I really need a stun gun for that fucking red squirrel that is absolutely nuts.
Gord just took off all his clothes...oops not all of them ... and came a joined me on the deck.
We are going to have a few drinks and some serious Taco Time.
Penny sends her love.