I think the title of this post pretty much says it all. Raking leaves sucks, but raking leaves super sucks when your dad thinks he can get away with just mulching them with the mower, then your mom freaks out because she just fed the grass and it'll suffocate, and then it rains and you have to rake wet leaf confetti.
And then you have to hall them off. Phil took the wheel barrow.
So Nanc and i got stuck with the tarp.
Which you then have to drag all the way to the back.
The thing about raking is, at first you're like, "We'll get the whole front done today, no problem." and then five minuets passes and you're like, "Fuck this. What is an acceptable amount of time until i can tell my parents i don't want to do this anymore?" And the piles were too small to jump into. I mean COME on. But the yard looks nice.
Well, the 1/6th we got done today. At that point Nanc was like, "I release you." and Dad was like, "The key to doing this is to take breaks. I'm going to take my second break." And i was like, "You're going to go back out there today?" and he's all, "No. The second break is really long." And i was like, "I'm not doing anything tomorrow." and Nanc was all, "That's fine, but you could..." And i screamed, "NOTHING!" and she was like, "got it." Couch and Dexter it is then. bye!
You certainly dressed the part of farmer in your purple plaid, but no one can beat mom with her head bandanna and old sweat pants.
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