On Friday I thought I'd be neighborly and mow the lawn next door. Our neighbor just comes over on the weekends. He's been gone most of the summer so his grass was REALLY long. And apparently I thought I needed to walk, oh, three or four miles pushing a lawn mower. The sick part of me kept thinking what fun it would be to be the caretaker of this property because it is pretty as it is, but could be gorgeous with a little TLC. And then I'd snap back to reality and remember I can barely take care of my own yard.
The kicker, though? He didn't even show up this weekend.