The grass needs cutting, and the weeds have taken over.
Which only means one thing...
Time to get out Old John!
John and I have a love/hate relationship. He loves to quit working and be a pain in my tooshie, and I hate him.
See, I'm not allowed to drive the Cadillac...
It's only reserved for royalty (i.e. Lance's Dad), and those who paid for it (i.e. everybody but me). I believe theres a misconception about my abililty to drive a lawnmower (
We'll also pretend we didn't see this. Apparently the behind the shop swamp did not need mowing today.