This is mid-August. By now, the grass is SUPPOSED to be brown and crunchy. Not wavy and emerald green. WHERE is the complaint department?
That WAS a complaint, wasn't it? Oh, well.
I hope that there's a parallel universe where all backyards are concrete. Green concrete. And I hope my alter ego, living in that universe, has a nice, large, concrete yard that he never has to mow.
Speaking of parallel universes - if the science types are right, there's a universe out there, somewhere, where I won 47 million dollars in the lottery. What I'd like to know is why I'm living in THIS one and not THAT one.
I got a haircut yesterday. Rather, as in the old joke, I got 'em ALL cut. Yep. BALD. Now I look like my avatar again. Interesting thing, about the experience ... I usually get my haircuts at a "Hair Cuttery" which, although they proclaim a unisex atmosphere, they're really more of a female's type of establishment. But "Sports Clips" is aimed directly at the hormone laden heart of every young 30ish young man out there. And the best thing? The warm towel over my face as I got a neck and shoulder massage. Yeah, I like it there. And the girls doing the cuts aren't bad looking either. Do you suppose that's on purpose?