I pulled weeds today. It's one of my least favorite things in the world to do, but the weather was beautiful and dry, and excuses were hard to find, so Erin and I headed out to the front yard. One especially long one had been growing out of a planter all summer. Every time I came in or out of the front door, I growled at it and swore I'd get it next time. Today was "next time." He put up a good fight, held on with roots seemingly made of super glue, but, in the end, he was no match for my superior brains and brawn.
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