Kiss My Grass

I haven’t cut my grass since Big Dig 2007 happened. That was back in September. I was quite content with parking my tail on the sofa today and watching movies but it was getting to the point that I was embarrassed to see my neighbors. The funny thing is that ours is not the only house on the block that hasn’t mowed their lawn yet.

I was secretively hoping that the stupid mower wouldn’t start but luckily the darned thing started after only a couple of pulls. Look at how long that grass is in this picture. You can barely see my grass-cuttin’-shoes. The funny part is that we didn’t get any pictures of the long grass.

Me cutting grass

In all honesty, the weather was perfect today and I barely broke a sweat. The School Girl says I got a little color on my arms and I got to jam out to tunes while doing it. Not really a bad day after all. Now that I have done it, though, it is just like that first pee when you go to the club/bar. We call it “breaking the seal”. Once you do it the first time, you’ll have to do it a lot.