Specifics
I mowed the lawn today. I’m one of those weird people who actually loves doing it. Something about the smell of freshly cut grass reminds me of summer … and baseball. 
Unfortunately, what usually takes about 45 minutes to do took me 2 hours. We’ve had so much rain that it’s been more than 3 weeks since it’s been done. So, it was very slow going for me. I literally had to inch the mower through most of the back yard. The grass was so high the mower was easily bogged down and died often. Good times.
Speaking of good times, my boys had some today. When you let them play outside (or really do anything at all), I’ve learned to be very specific:
“Don’t play in the water puddles.”
“Don’t step in dog hooey.” (Yes, we call it hooey around here.)
“Don’t throw sand.”
“Don’t lay your popsicle in the dirt and expect to eat more of it later.”
“Don’t climb the fence.”
“Don’t throw dirt.” Etc, etc, etc…
Well, I failed to mention: “Don’t thow grass clippings on your brothers.”
They did. Over and over and over… until they all looked like something from the Muppet Show.
They had fun, though, and no one got hurt. So maybe their new game is all the rage. At least around here.