The Notice

Today my husband came home to find a notice taped to our front door.  It was from the County telling use we'd better mow our lawn OR ELSE! 

We were incredulous as we looked around our neighborhood and saw the house with eight cars routinely parked on the street, the house that has been "under construction" for two years now, and the people who routinely "California roll" through the stop sign on our corner.  We had a good laugh and then sat in the tall, tall grass with a glass of wine.

Not really because it started to rain buckets.  Guess we won't getting the mowing done once again.