Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Lawn Mower Parts for Breakfast

The lawnmower was broken. I knew it was broken, but I hadn't yet taken the time to find the replacement pieces.
Meanwhile, the grass quietly, slowly grew unruly.

PC politely fed me a reminder on a paper plate:


Mmmm....crunchy.

1 comment:

Granny Sue said...

funny! You need to meet my son Aaron, who lives near Fairmont. His tractor was rebuilt, I think, on his kitchen table.