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- rockygrace
- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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- I could probably use it for mortar
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3 comments:
I'd couch it in terms of it being something you enjoy doing (unless you've complained to them about hating to mow your lawn) - like "Gee, Bob, I appreciate you mowing my lawn, but it's something I really like to do, getting outside and enjoying the fresh air after all that time I spend inside during the week, would you mind not?" Of course, then they might want you to mow their lawn, too. :)
Robyn, you're a good person.
I grumped about the situation for a while today, and then had a Grinch-style epiphany. The old dude thinks he's doing me a solid by mowing my backyard; I'm sure it makes him feel good to do his neighbor a favor. Who am I to deny that? And it's not like he's destroying the Masters golf course or something. So I went over tonight and thanked him.
Awwwww.
(But after thanking him, I couldn't risk saying, "You REALLY don't have to do that!" ha.)
Land mine. -- bridgett
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