I am in New York City—and the worst part is that on a Friday night, I need to go to bed. I am suffering jet lag—I got up at 5am in Paris—merely midnight in New York. Now it’s 9:30 and I am a potted plant.
I did walk around Manhattan for a spell and saw a few cute things—and I have to say that I approve of passive lawns. Aggressive lawns are rather annoying.
It’s a passive lawn which means it is the bottom of lawns.
I wonder if it dresses up in leather gear on the weekends and goes on the hunt for an aggressive daddy lawn to spank it? It’s the quiet, shy lawns that have the most fun behind the scenes. It probably dreams of people coming by on walking on it with golf spike shoes.
“Ooh, more! Those shoe spikes hurt so good…”
I need to get my mind out of the gutter.
You are an odd duck.
No wonder I like you so much!