What a brutally hot weekend we had. I was planning to use my weed eater to get rid of the weeds growing through my brick patio, but the heat was so intense I was afraid I'd melt faster than the Wicked Witch of the West. The weeds looked at me, looked at the thermometer, and basically said, "We'll see you in October."
The Nu-Trons have a Wild Side, but I really don't. I used to be a lot wilder in my younger days. Back then, "Hold my beer" sounded like the beginning of an adventure. Now it sounds like the beginning of a trip to the emergency room.
At some point, age teaches you that getting wild can be detrimental to your health and create unwanted Tension. (See what I did there?) These days my idea of living on the edge is mowing the lawn when the heat index is below 90 and eating ice cream before dinner.
Besides, the weeds aren't going anywhere. They're apparently tougher than I am and seem to be thriving in conditions normally reserved for baking pizzas. Besides, heat stroke, is a lousy lawn care companion
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