Oh, and the grass clippings have vacated the premises of my compost. Mission accomplished. But it would have been ever so much more fun to go all Julia Sugarbaker on him in a face to face. Give him the what for. Verbally throttle him. I'll just set this energy aside til the full moon passes. Then channel it into more worthwhile endeavors. See, I can be a grown-up!
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