You're welcome.
And thank you.
Thank you to my across-the-road neighbour, Nick, who mowed my lawn.
Twice.
Nick's lawn in perfectly manicured and green. My lawn? Not so much.
Nick's gardens are symmetrical and tidy. Mine? Uh....no.
It probably drives Nick crazy to look out his window and gaze upon my unkempt, bicycle-strewn li'l postage stamp. But he's a decent sort and so far, all he's done is tease me about "mowing my lawn." (Insert innuendo-laced leer here).
And then we laugh and I go back to ignoring my weeds and he goes back to spraying down his driveway and sometimes we meet in the middle of the street in a rainstorm and talk for an hour.
Yeah. It's like that around here.
In any case, promptly at 8 this morning, Nick hauled his mower across the street and mowed my lawn. He's done it once before too - on a Friday afternoon, thereby ensuring that we could enjoy the weekend without having to wade through the grass to find the children.
What can I say? Yes, I have my own mower - I just can't START the dang thing. And to be honest? Nick looks way hotter mowing my lawn than I ever will.
I'm a lucky, lucky girl.
And you? What's the best part of living in YOUR neighbourhood?
