It took me an hour to rake this sorry looking pile of leaves: Our yard was bare so I had to steal leaves from the neighbors yard. My son was quick to point out. “Those aren’t yours.” I know, I am living on the edge. There may even be a warrant out for my arrest. I had to promise him that we would borrow a few and put them back. Yes, I actually had to return wilted, filthy leaves. Damn that kindergarten teacher for teaching morals and values. There wasn’t much to cushion their fall, but they had a blast. I am going to pull out this picture when it…
Oh, Hey Conan!
It’s not polite to brag, but screw it. This is some pretty impressive company:
I need to de-clutter and since the kids aren’t going anywhere I better start with my bedroom and bathroom. This seems like a good idea. Well, with the exception of the curling iron. What is this 1993?