Today I earned my keep by pruning the overgrown
“bush”(?!) on the corner of our deck.

I also learned that I am, in fact, my father’s daughter

(pile 2 of clippings – yes, I got a little carried away;
apparently, it’s genetic)
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My grandfather would get over zealous with the pruning every year…and every year my grandmother would come out, hands on hips to survey the damage and say: “ohhhhh. You’ve KILLED it, Al.”………..now we all say that regardless of the persons name that was doing the pruning.. so may I just say to you, “you’ve killed it Al.”
Mary Alice
June 18th, 2008
Yes. I think that’s in order. 🙂
MamaMo
June 18th, 2008
Looks good to me…Daddy 🙂
JIm
June 18th, 2008
Reminds me of brushing the dog and having an entire dog left over in the discarded hair.
Ok, Where Was I?
June 19th, 2008
Good thing you don’t cut hair for a living. 🙂
apathy lounge
June 20th, 2008