I bought a lawn-mower last week and, for the first time in about fifteen years, mowed a lawn. I was terrified that I would feel all grown up, become suddenly very sensibule, and lose my sense of disproportion. However, there’s no sign of this happening yet. The goat still hasn’t been delivered — it was one of those “customers who bought this also bought one of these” whims.
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1. (how's things) [my house burnt down - thanks to you]
2. (what did I do?) [you said that instead of spending my evenings mowing the lawn, I should get a goat to do it for me]
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6. [on the positive side, electrocuted goat barbecue is very tasty]
2. (what did I do?) [you said that instead of spending my evenings mowing the lawn, I should get a goat to do it for me]
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6. [on the positive side, electrocuted goat barbecue is very tasty]
I have heard of this “feeling grown up” thing but I assume it happens to other people.
Have you thought of getting a sheep? I know where I can get some cheap!
Well, I don’t actually know if I feel grown up, because as far as I know I never have. One imagines that some physical sign will occur, like some Terry Gilliam animation from the sky saying “Thou hath now Grown Up, and must do Only Seemly Things”. I’ll pass on the sheep if you don’t mind.
We do not speak of goat barbecue.
fair enough, but this one was strictly accidental. Remember to keep yours away from those naughty electric type cables. — Andrew
Personally, at 43 I still feel in no danger of “growing up”.
Interestingly, my sister must think there is some chance of it, as she keeps urging me to try…