  So it's been raining like a bastard all day here. Started up in the early A.M. hours and has been coming down on and off until just about an hour ago. Normally I wouldn't care, but I need to mow my damn lawn. The homeowner's association (a fucking Nazi group if I've ever seen one) has sent me two letters telling me that I have 10 days to mow my lawn and "clean out the tree wells" or they will take "further action. " Seriously... what the hell is that? I don't even know what a tree well is (I mean, I have a pretty solid idea but I've never heard it called tree wells before).
I just can't believe that they would send me two letters about something like this. It's not like my lawn is a jungle and, besides, let's not kid ourselves. Fort Worth ain't exactly Beverly Hills. Hell, it's not even Dallas. There should be more important things to worry about. But the rain has made that possible, so they're going to have to wait another day before my grass is cut.
So instead of walking around my admittedly-small yard for the next 45 minutes or so, I'm going to pour me a glass of wine to drink with my baked ziti for dinner, and then maybe lose an hour of my life that I'll never get back watching the boring-ass Olympics. Lotsa fun, I tell ya. 
