Dog and human return from circumnavigating the ‘Hood and its park. Pick up the Funny Farm. Fix breakfast (of sorts). Chow down…
…and…
woooo-OOOOOO-ooooo wooo wooo!
The Song of the Yard Dude!
DAYUM! So much for loafing outside over coffee, eh?
Look out the window to see where our guys are. No sign of Gerardo. Ungodly racket, no Yard Dude.
Closer inspection reveals that the racket is coming from across the street: some guy is blowering up the neighbor’s yard.
{sigh} That’s good…i guess… At least I don’t have to come up with the cash to pay my guy today.
Yet.
It’s a gray, gloomy day, threatening rain. Not an occasion when I personally would want to be frolicking with yard work…but thanks to the ineffable Gerardo, i don’t hafta do that anymore! 😀
Unduly sleepy. Don’t know why. Want to go back to bed.
And THAT, dear reader, is an iron-clad 12-karat way to get Gerardo and his boys to show up at the house. Right now!