Boy! This is a special moment! An alert reader (I remain astonished that I HAVE a reader, let alone an alert one) noticed that I missed my Friday deadline.
The pileup of things that your faithful curmudgeon tries to publish can be - and was - overwhelming.
Herewith I deliver. Oh, so curmudgeony:
Curmudgeons don't like yard work. It's not personal, we're just...above it. But many Sainted wives are into gardening and such, so we huddled and developed a response: one that showed we were interested in what they were doing while, at the same time, requiring absolute minimal effort on our part.
For example, I declared myself the anti-dandelion person around here. I wander around the lawn for 10 minutes of a spring morning pulling the offending weeds and then take a break for the rest of the day. See? I helped.
Our new neighbors aren't making it easy, either. They use one of those "natural" lawn services. That's where some guy sprays his last night's dishwater on your lawn, charges you a premium for a "natural" treatment and laughs all the way home. And the next year, I dig up the bumper crop of dandelions that blew my way since the "treatment" is useless.
Curmudgeons? We use poison: lethal and lots of it.
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