Well, its official. I'm going to cut grass.

I got up this morning and thought I could avoid the task. I looked out the window and there was rain falling. I smiled quietly, because I thought it would lost most, if not all day, and I wouldn't have to cut grass. But the damned sun came out after lunch and thus I am forced to slice off the top layer again. Once more I will have the nicest lawn in town, with the single worst maintenance record.

I hate my grass.