Monday, November 2, 2009

It's official. I have no life.

Seeing me doing yard work is a fair indication that my life has taken a turn southwards. Possibly even that I’ve lost the will to live.


That’s not to say there’s a thing wrong with yard work. If that’s your thing, you’ll hear no derision from me.

The problem is me doing yard work. I have nothing against golf, either. But the day you see me paying $150 to chase a white plastic ball into a white plastic rabbit hole is the day you’ll know that something has gone completely haywire with my brain cells.

So it’s official, as of the autumn of 2009. I am doing lawn work. I have lost the will to live.


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