The Clampetts live on Clayton
I am ending our reign as the trashy neighbors on Clayton. I finally mowed our lawn. Our lawn mower bit the dust last year and with the drought and all I had yet to purchase another one. Our friend Albert let me use his fancy big wheeled mower which I promptly broke. Well, not completely. I mowed about three feet, hit a rock and bent the blade. I had to put everything away, run to the home depot, buy a new one, come home, put it on. Attempt number two. Whack, Whack, Zing, Whack was the sound the mower made when I started it. I shut it off immediately and called Albert. He came over, looked at it and told me to keep going. All I could picture were dismemberment horror movie scenes. I bucked up, kept cutting and finished the lawn amidst the cheering of my neighbors. I finally ordered some gravel for the mud patch we call a driveway and bought some weed kill for the Bocce Ball court. I will soon pass the crown to a more deserving neighbor... If I can find one.
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