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Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn – #16

Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn

Volume 16

(other than This Lawn Looks Like Crap)

 

Interesting, if not always deep, thoughts often pop into my head while I’m doing battle with my lawn. And yes, I do battle with a non-gas, non-electric, old-fashioned push mower. An actual reel mower. And my mind tends to think of some semi-interesting crap while I push along.

Mower and Statesman

Welcome to Volume 16 of Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn.

 

SENSITIVE?! WHO…ME?!

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Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn – #10

Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn

Volume 10

(other than This Lawn Looks Like Crap)

 

Interesting, if not deep, thoughts often pop into my head while I’m doing battle with my lawn. And yes, I do battle with a non-gas, non-electric, old-fashioned push mower. An actual reel mower. And my mind tends to think of some semi-interesting crap while I push along.

Mower and Statesman

 

Welcome to Volume 10 of Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn.

 

FEELING OUT OF SHAPE

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CRAP I THINK OF WHILE MOWING THE LAWN – #1

CRAP I THINK OF WHILE MOWING THE LAWN

(other than This Lawn Looks Like Crap)

 

Interesting, if not deep, thoughts often pop into my head while I’m doing battle with my lawn. And yes, I do battle with a non-gas, non-electric, old-fashioned push mower. An actual reel mower.

 

Mower and Statesman

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…and a PEEVISH Friday to you, too

Do you remember your high school yearbook questionnaire? I remember a lot of the questions on mine, including being asked about best moments, most embarrassing moments, my last will and testament (high school-wise, or something to that effect) and my pet peeve(s).

Two Book Crossover 11.13

 

I don’t recall what my pet peeves were, but I do remember memorializing a least favorite teacher in my last will and testament, willing her a mask, a personality and a teacher’s guide. Yes, I was persuaded to change it; I really wasn’t a mean kid. As to my pet peeve? Not only do I not remember it, but I can’t even find my yearbook to look it up, and to try to remember who some of my new Facebook friends and acquaintances were. Now, that’s a relatively new pet peeve – not that I needed any additional ones.

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