Raking Day.


This is something the girls never really got to do in Colorado. It’s one of the little perks they’re starting to notice about living where there are lots of old trees. Leaf piles and the Jersey shore, not to mention the ‘Pump It Up’ that’s about to open down the road a piece pretty much seals the deal: the girls are happy living in Pennsylvania.

As for the leaves, RegularDad is now shopping for his self-proclaimed Christmas present: a riding mower with leaf vaccuum attachment. He spends lots of time at the John Deere website, and at least once a day we talk mowers. He thinks this bores me, and maybe it does a little, but he listened to me rave about dishwashers for quite a while last year, so now we’re even.


2 Responses to “Raking Day.”

  1. 1 Obi-Mom Kenobi December 8, 2008 at 10:54 pm

    I get these same types of conversations with DadWindu about the merits of different golf club features and he about the varied ways to travel someplace without having to fly.

  2. 2 Mom #1 December 10, 2008 at 9:34 pm

    They look like they’re having so much fun!

    Usually when Mom #2 insists on explaining to me in detail why this particular screwdriver is different and therefore better than her current stash of 20 million screwdrivers . . . I just nod and smile. 😉 Love hurts sometimes.

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