I have spring fever in a bad way. If it wasn't for cellulite, you might have seen me in shorts today. Don't fret, I'll tan these legs up before I parade them around in public. Cellulite is much more presentable with a little color.
We gave the lawn it's first cutting of the season today so it must be spring. My friend Amy tells me that spring is here to stay because it has snowed on the daffodils--that sounds like a little southern mumbo jumbo if you ask me but I'll take it. Right now we have burgers sizzling on the grill mingling with the smell of fresh cut grass. The sound of the boys playing basketball is coming from the other side of the house. Darn near perfect evening!
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Snow on the daffodils sounds like a good name for a country song. I'd say were a good month from doing any mowing. Which means I'm a good 2 months from mowing. Although whith all the rain we've had everything is kind of turning into marsh land. It will not be long before I start my own gatorland and I can spend everyday there not just 1/2 an hour. I wont need free passes that certain people can keep me from using. Twenty years and I'm still upset.
Wow, you beat us to it! Mr Herm came running in the door and back out on his John Deere and cut the front year...of course, his planting of the Winter Rye makes all the neighbors looks like they burn theirs! He loves it! I actually took a picture and put it on our blog.
Sorry, BS...sounds like you still have some childhood issues that waiver between gators and free passes...I'm not sure what could have happened, but you have my sympathies!
Let me tell you a story about a young boy, an innocent unassuming lad, who had only one dream. A dream to spend time at a fairy tale place called Gatorland. The boy and his family travelled over 2000 miles to Florida for vacation and stayed in a hotel located only miles from the world famous reptile shangra la that is Gatorland. Everyday thier path led them to and fro past Gatorland. The boy would beg and plead with his family to stop, and then would be told maybe tomorrow. Then the boy would silently pine for tomorrow, but then tomorrow never came. Finally, the constant guilt got the best of them, or maybe his incessant whining, and they stopped at Gatorland. However, this tale does not end happily ever after. They were just toying with the lad. They stopped with only 1/2 an hour left before the doors closed and the boy was given only a mere glimpse of the fabled Gatorland. Upon leaving, the owner seeing the small tear in the boys eye, gave them all free passes to return when there was more time. Seeing the happiness this created within the boy only angered the family, and they promised to return knowing only to well the heartache this would create when that promise was not fulfilled. The boy grew to adulthood yet there is still a young child crying within his soul longing for his return to Gatorland.
That vacation was a lot of fun. We went to Disney World, epcot, sea world, and busch gardens. I am full of fond memories of our time spent in Florida. That is the truth and I am not under any duress, and as always please refrain from smoking.
I belive that is the same vacation were we all wore flourescent colored rain ponchos (because it was raining not as a fashion statement). Didn't we also call ourselves the Brown family and take on alternate idetities?
PS Get over it Gator Boy. There were 5 ponds at Gatorland with various sizes of alligators. We thouroughly covered all five ponds in 30 minutes. Geeze!
what ever eases your mind and helps you sleep at night.
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