I just went to look for Sis and realized she's gone to get gas for the mower, with her boyfriend. Lawsie...we really do need to get a life. Clearly, our dog already has one. Despite my urging otherwise, Bruce wants to scalp the yard himself. I suggested he get the yardman down the block to do it since it is one totally nasty job, but no. I guess there's just something too wonderful about all that dust and stuff flying in your face and eyes that's just to great to miss. I also suggested he act like Michael Jackson and put on a mask, at the very least, so we'll see if he does.
Last night we had a visit from oldest son, Brian. He had been by earlier in the week but I missed him since I was on my way home from the farm. I swanny....why is it that we all think our kids are just THE BEST? I sure do. I guess every old crow thinks her baby's the blackest really is true. And while I'm talking about one, I have to out myself on the other son. So much for my plans to get his eyeballs lasered here. Since Benji's worn glasses since second grade and contacts since third--he" had to have them for football, Mommy"--I figured it might be nice to have the gift of normal sight again, sans contacts, after all these years.