The guilty party seems to be resisting arrest.
The victim's chalk outline:
Everything on our back porch, furniture and all, blew away in the strong wind last night. Most of it didn't get far, but there were kids toys lined up down the ditch that separates us from our neighbors and a couple things in the neighbors' lawn... and the Rubbermaid container that used to hold them is nowhere to be found.
I can't help but think about how this spot wouldn't have been as windy back before they cut down all the trees. But then I guess a tree would've fallen on my house maybe.
Oh, my mistake. The hourly forecast predicts it will drop down into the low 80s 2 hours prior to sunset... while it's raining.
The yard needs trimming (weed-eating). And it's nice and bright so I can clearly see all the details. And I kind of want to just do it.
But last time I did trimming it was 88°F and I got all whiny about the discomfort. And it's 90°F now. I feel bad about being so silly and spoiled with my nice AC. And I'm a little worried about when it would get done, because if the sun is bright enough to seen the grass well it's going to be at least 85°F.
I joined her just for QT with my daughter, but it is actually kinda fun.
ruining an already cryptically bad joke
Yeah I know it's not worded great, but I'm not great at humor and don't know how to better workshop a joke about how the industry term for what I know as "push mower" is "reel mower" and stores refer to mowers with electric motors and even internal combustion engines that do the mowing as "push mower" if you happen to use a push to indicate which grass you'd like it to mow for you.
I'm a fairly uninteresting fellow, living down in GA (USA) with my wife & daughters, doing software stuff during the day, and some pol(🗽) stuff as a hobby.
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