The Shoddy Perfectionist

A day late for Mothers day, but I remembered this story while mowing today, so here goes …
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When I first got the “opportunity” to mow the lawn at our family’s house, I would finish mowing, then get down on the ground to look across the lawn to see the grass I had failed to catch.
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One time when I was doing this, my mother was working in the front yard. As she walked by me, she said “You are such a good worker, making sure that you got every last piece of grass!”
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When she did this, I thought to myself something like: “Lady, you are crazy, I missed like half the grass.” But as I hopped up, I only said: “Yep.” Then ran on into the house.
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Now as a parent, I appreciate that my Mom wasn’t actually crazy, because I know that before she spoke, she was thinking to herself: “Oh good Lord, that is the worst mowed yard ever, and he thinks he has gotten all the grass. But I don’t want to discourage him from mowing!”
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As I stated at the beginning, I just got back in from mowing. So, well played mom, well played.

Washingtons to wear

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Washingtons to wear

I am a difficult person for whom do buy presents, mostly because I am a difficult person in general. I return all clothing that is bought for me on principle. My parents know this well. So, this year, they made me a small shirt and tie out of five one dollar bills (complete with small rock tie clip, and buttons attached at the bottom). This proves three things.

1. My parents have too much time on their hands.
2. My parents are really out of touch with the inflation of clothing prices since the mid 1930s.
3. My mom and dad love me! (Love you too mom and dad!)