We were driving past a house in our neighborhood whose lawn had not been mowed in almost a month. The grass was about two feet tall and looked like a small forest, and the bushes were untrimmed and hanging out into the street.
Me: "Do you ever wonder if the people in those houses that don't mow their lawns are dead in there?"
My husband, looking at me as if I were insane: "I do now."
October 17, 2004
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