12.27.2009

Redneck Sod

You can pick your friends, your cats, and even your nose. I'm considering exchanging the kid without a receipt, however.

[My yard, after I treated it for weeds, re-seeded it, and got the sprinkler heads fixed. Sometime around 5 a.m., it was attacked by a wayward Mustang. Patrick would be in his room, sleeping, but apparently forgot rule #1: hide the evidence]

5 comments:

Bender's Better Brother said...

Next time he goes out let him take the ride-on lawnmower.
At least the neighbours won't have something to talk about next day and he'll have enhanced your summer long efforts.

Laoch of Chicago said...

In another lifetime I have been there.

Anonymous said...

Classic. Did he survive the tougue lashing the next day? M

Haphazardkat said...

is boy child still living??

ColleenQ said...

I really should've confiscated his car...but it smells like tobacco and dirty feet. He redeemed himself by being absolutely charming while my parents are here, but the slippery boy/man skated back to Savannah already, dammit!