Cal.E.'s Korner

C.: Well, I see that, since he got off work early today, d.c. is engaging in his hobby.

d.; Hey, Cal.E.! Lawn care is no hobby!!

C.: d.c., where did you come from?

d.: When I heard you say that I was engaging in a hobby, I had to come over her to Wayne Manor

and straighten you out!

d.: But…you’re like, one-hundred years old, and you can’t hear Eudora call you to dinner. That’s probably how you lost so much weight.

d.: I am not one-hundred years old!

C.: Well, are you closer to one-hundred, or being a newborn?

d.:,,,That’s not important right now. What is important is that my little darlings, my grass blades, conducted the sound of your voice so that I could hear it. They are my pride and joy…

C.: Not, your three sons?

d.…They're all grown and one their own. I still have my grass blades and keeping them alive is a full-time job! That's why I put on my best clothes to attend to my yard. I dress for success!

I might be the only thing that stands between one of my precious blades of grass and its death. So, lawn care is a way of looking at the insect of fungus and saying, “HEY DUDE, GET OFF MY LAWN!”

Now, if you will excuse me, I must deal with my grass. Hobby my achin’

C.: That is all the time we have for today, folks, so that's the end of today's blog post.

Please join us next time for another cat ta(i)le right here on Cal.E.’s Korner.