Maybe Jake got my blonde hair...

Jase had to travel to Oklahoma last week for a rig visit. I decided that I would jump out and mow the front yard real quick Thursday morning so that he wouldn't have to worry about it over the holiday weekend. (Honestly, it was kinda selfish...I hadn't seen him all week and didn't want to share him with the lawn.)

Anyway, he comes home several hours after I had completed the yard and says "Is the lawn mower broken?" I told him it wasn't and asked why he would think that. The pictures should explain it all.




I have an old co-worker who used to get great joy from telling people that I dye my hair dark. Maybe THAT'S where Jake got his blonde hair!