Lee bought, what he thought was, weed killer, but the stuff has destroyed our lawn. Our lawn is currently riddled with patches of dead grass. Let me put it a different way: If our lawn was a dog, it would definitely be a dalmatian. So for the last two months, he has been painstakingly tilling, removing the dead grass and planting grass seed. He's about half done.
It's been a lot of work, but my husband is the most patient man that walks this Earth. He is making the tedious job fun!
When Lee and his 6 siblings were growing up, someone was always writing Lee's name on the butter, then blaming him. It's a running joke within the family, and we now receive notifications by e-mail of new “Lee” sightings. Clothing, restaurants, gas stations . . . we never know where Lee's name is going to pop up next . . .
I think he felt the next “Lee” sighting should be closer to home: He cleared a patch on the lawn, and planted grass seed spelling his name! Maybe it wasn't his siblings writing on the butter after all . . .