Spring is Officially Here

I don’t know why I am posting this other than I have to acknowledge that I am becoming an adult – I guess at age 32 you’d think I would already be there. Tonight something strange happened and I don’t know what else to do but write about it.
I didn’t go to the bar after work tonight, so that I could come home and mow the lawn. Yes, you are reading that right. I did not go to my favorite bar, where I have my own mug waiting behind the bar for me, and I did not drink my favorite beer or even eat 1/2 price appetizers, just so that I could get the lawn mowed before it got dark. Now that you are thinking to yourself, “I hope I die before I’m 30.”, here is something that will only reinforce that thought. After I finished mowing the lawn I then went out with my beautiful wife (she is part of the reason I do these things), and we shopped for weed eaters. Now before you run out to the garage and hook the garden hose up to the exhaust, you should know that it really only sounds bad. I feel pretty lucky to have gotten to the point I am in my life and as H.I. McDonnough says in Raising Arizona, “These are our salad days.”