February 1st

These are the shoes that I used to cut the grass in.  Rob and I decided several years ago that neither one of us really has much desire to ever do this again.  Luckily, at about this time, our lawnmower broke beyond repair (I know this sounds suspicious), so this was the perfect excuse to get a lawn service.  I still contend that this is the best money I spend every month.  I hope to never, ever need these shoes again.  Worst case, if the lawn service ever falls through, I figure it will only be a few more years until Dax needs to start earning his keep.