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So I'm not a Lawn-Boy

Recent phone conversation:

Amy: Guess what I just did for you?

Tim: What?

Amy (With overflowing pride and excitement in her voice): I mowed the lawn!!!!

Very long pause.

Tim: Did you catch the clippings?

Amy: Uh, no.

Tim: Well, did you put the plug back in?

Amy: What plug?

Tim: The one you put in when you don't catch the clippings.

Amy (becoming ever-so-less excited): Uh, no. But hey...I mowed the lawn for you!

Equally long pause.

Tim: Yeah. Thanks. Lucky you didn't cut your foot off.

Comments

Tim said…
I don't think you're being quite fair with me there...
1:26 PM
Amy said…
He's right. I'm not being fair. But it was more amusing this way.
1:52 PM
Tom Myler (scoodog) said…
Amy, for not being fair with Tim, you should make it up to him by going out and getting him a brand-spankin-new iPod touch. Just be sure to get the 2nd-generation one.

:)
5:27 PM
Amy said…
Tom you are not at all helpful...
5:30 PM
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