It was time to mow the weeds. When Leah fusses at me to go to mow the "grass" that means I'll have to do it not that weekend but the next. She fussed last weekend so today she meant business.
I enjoy mowing the grass because it's one of the few times I get exposure to the sun, and I use the time to think. Whatever I end up thinking about, it isn't mowing. So I wasn't really paying attention when I spotted one last corner of the yard to mow, right next to one of those spam newspapers in an orange plastic bag. I'd like to say I didn't notice, or was distracted, but really I was just too lazy to pick it up. So I edged as close as I could without hitting the newspaper, little closer... POOF! Happy new year! Happy birthday! A spam confetti mushroom cloud in the front yard.
I rolled the mower over that last weed, cut the engine, looked around, and decided I should probably start cleaning this up. I grabbed a few of the bigger pieces then the wind kicked up to spread the fallout throughout the neighorhood.
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