I mowed the grass today for the first time since we have lived together. I knew I would be taking a chance with my life when Scott would come home and see the crooked lines and the bagger ripped off the lawn mower. I have to tell you, though, grass mowing is absolute therapy. My mind is clear and I feel relaxed and refreshed. The grass isn't finished, it looks like shit, Scott's eyes almost detached from his face, but I feel great about it. And now Emma is requesting broccoli and celery...could this day get any better. I think not.
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