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Jun. 9th, 2012 10:18 amThe icon might not seem so appropriate when I first tell you the context of this story, but once you get to the end, you'll see why it's fitting.
Nick didn't get home until 8:00 pm last night (i.e. he put in a 10 1/2 hour day.) The boy was utterly miserable and it probably didn't help matters that I had eaten leftovers for dinner on account of not knowing his ETA.
I offered to go get him dinner and that helped his mood a bit.
Of course, then he threw in some complaints about mowing the lawn and spending the weekend hanging out with my delightfully dorky, yet utterly high maintenance friend/"sister", Angie (it's her birthday so we're all getting dinner and then going to see Oliver - as stated in a previous post. Sunday, we're spending the afternoon with Angie's family because it's her little brother's High School graduation party.)
I can't really change our plans for the weekend, but I did convince our 16-year old neighbor boy into mowing the lawn for $10.00. If you've ever seen my lawn, I can assure you that it has some steep-ass slopes that require significant physical strength.
Nick claims that the reason Jordan said yes was not because of the money, but because of my womanly wiles...and my boobs.
*shrugs*
I can't say I really care about Jordan's motivations here because at least I don't have mow our lawn and Nick doesn't have to suffer an asthma attack.
FTW!
Nick didn't get home until 8:00 pm last night (i.e. he put in a 10 1/2 hour day.) The boy was utterly miserable and it probably didn't help matters that I had eaten leftovers for dinner on account of not knowing his ETA.
I offered to go get him dinner and that helped his mood a bit.
Of course, then he threw in some complaints about mowing the lawn and spending the weekend hanging out with my delightfully dorky, yet utterly high maintenance friend/"sister", Angie (it's her birthday so we're all getting dinner and then going to see Oliver - as stated in a previous post. Sunday, we're spending the afternoon with Angie's family because it's her little brother's High School graduation party.)
I can't really change our plans for the weekend, but I did convince our 16-year old neighbor boy into mowing the lawn for $10.00. If you've ever seen my lawn, I can assure you that it has some steep-ass slopes that require significant physical strength.
Nick claims that the reason Jordan said yes was not because of the money, but because of my womanly wiles...and my boobs.
*shrugs*
I can't say I really care about Jordan's motivations here because at least I don't have mow our lawn and Nick doesn't have to suffer an asthma attack.
FTW!