If I were in charge of the lawn, I would be more likely to point out (from a comfortable spot in the middle of my hammock) a beautiful sea of dandelions waving in the wind and not requiring any upkeep. My lack of enthusiasm for lawn care is not lost on BigB. He toils away with little expectation of admiration or support from me. On occasion, I have referred to our yard as "BigB's Breastfed Lawn".
Yesterday, I got my comeuppance.
Littleb and I were walking the neighborhood when we spotted the most beautiful lawn ever. Even I couldn't help but notice it's thick carpet-like appearance. It looked like an enchanted lawn from a Disney movie. A lawn under a wicked spell that seduces you into lying down and stretching out just before it swallows you whole and spits you back out as a red, red rose. It had perfectly straight lines where it had been recently mowed. Or vacuumed, perhaps. Littleb immediately plopped down and made him self comfortable. In an effort to get him moving again, lest he be turned into a rose bush, I said, "Hey, let's go home and tell Dad we found a nicer lawn than his."
You would think I had invited him to clean out BigB's savings account and hop a plane to Switzerland.
"You can't do that! That would hurt his feelings! You don't want to hurt your husband's feelings, do you? We are not telling him about this lawn."
He's a loyal son, that boy. I'm so proud of him. For now, we'll keep the enchanted lawn a secret, but it's nice to know it's there.....(twists ends of waxed mustache and emits evil laugh).
Chicken out
