As we were saying about what a fine, wet, HOT soggy morning this is…BE GLAD, BE VERY GLAD that you are not a lawn dude.
Oh aaaaagh! What a job!
It’s 11:30 in the morning. Hotter than the Hubs outdoors. Ninety-five degrees, 15 percent humidity. Coming on to noon, and I’m sitting here exhausted from the strenuous job of loafing that has soaked up most of my morning. Just about the time I decide believe I’ll take a li’l nap, what do I get but
brrrrrrrraaaaaahhhhhblassssstttwrrrrrrrrr!!!!….
ohhhh shit!
Gerardo’s guys!
They roar around. They blast around. They fling around. They charge around…on and on and on.
No nap for the lazy one! 😀
Now I’ll have to wait for them to get done so I can give them a check.
I should whine, right?
Honestly, I do not understand how those guys hold up in this unholy heat! Slamming around and banging around and roaring around and hauling around: Augh!
About 15 minutes of that job would kill me.
Which, o’course, is why I hire them…. But selfishly, crabbily, old-bitchily…I sure wish they’d time their visits outside the napping hour!
😀
OMG! Lookit that: he’s cleaning stuff out of the freakin’ pool!!!! I can’t believe it.
I mean, how awesome can these guys get? <3
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Forked over a hundred bucks to them. Kind of a stiff bill, until you think…uhm,,,,how would I like to be out there slamming around in 100-degree heat? And how many lawn dudes would skim the floating stuff out of the pool???
My heroes!
Actually, they’re Ruby’s heroes.
She sits and lurks and waits for them. And when they finally show up, she goes in for the attack and loves them into submission.
My gawd, that dog loves those lawn dudes!
I don’t know how she knows it’s Lawn Dude Day, but she surely does. And she IS waiting for them.
Weird.
Life is weird. Dogs are weirder.