So my little sister’s visiting this weekend, and she’s never seen the house before so I want the place lookin’ tight. Lawn needed mowing, so I hopped to it, but remnants (bands, they’re calling them lately) of Tropical Disappointment Ernesto arrived quickly and cut my efforts short. Only the front got finished, and no whacking or blowing (I love the multi-entendre of lawn care parlance). Enough lightning to make me answer the question, “Nope, I’m not a gamblin’ man.” And the pool looked so inviting.
Gkikas, as in Chris Gkikas.
