Living the Suburbian Dream

This past weekend, while I weeded the garden, the two Hartman men mowed our 1+ acre yard with two lawnmowers, while our small white dog watched from the top of the hill. 

After I was done weeding, I set up my beach chair and soaked up some sun, while they finished up mowing.   Then I made strawberry daquiries and we sipped them over a dinner of taco soup while we listened to traffic pass by on our screened in porch.

Seriously.  Could we be any more suburban?  What's happening to me?!?!


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