Wednesday, August 10, 2011

3330 Nuts

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

The trouble with political jokes is that they get elected.


After a long walk with Daughter and the Nugget, and after the shadow of the house covered the front yard, I weeded the lawn. I don't bend or crouch or kneel. I lay on my stomach, and crawl like a commando going under barbed wire. It's the only way.

I have solved the mystery of what's going on in Andrew Weith's "Christina's World". She's pulling nutgrass from the lawn.

1 comment:

the queen said...

Thank you! That's a great tip.