A Trimmer

My mother asked me to trim the hedges out in the back. She went on to explain how I had done such a wonderful job on the ones in the front last year that she wanted me to do them again. I'm not sure if she really meant this, or just wanted someone to do them so she didn't have to. Either way, I conceded and trimmed.

Well, it did not go as well as it did last year. The trimming I did today was nothing to write home about! The bushes looked lob sided and off kilter. I was not happy with my failure. I had high expectations for the outcome of my trimming and this was just not up to par!

What do you think? Give me a break, I didn't do that bad of a job. Those aren't even our hedges. Here is part of my real masterpiece:

My mom told me I did a wonderful job. Again, not sure if she really meant it or just was happy somebody did something for her. Lord knows you won't find the males in our family doing anything like this. They are off galavanting in their khaki shorts and collared shirts, most likely shopping for, well, more khaki shorts and collared shirts. So, when there are things to get done, that leaves my mom and me.

But really, the hedges weren't too bad. Not great either though. Very mediocre. No wonder Jeff won't let me cut his hair anymore; nobody wants a mediocre hair cut!