chickenshit
Leah is right, we went to get new clothes the other day. She unfairly disparages my old ones, though: they're perfectly respectable, it's just that I wanted a bit of a change! I picked everything out myself, but in keeping with long-established tradition I allowed her to do the actual buying.
That's not what I'm writing about, though (I was planning to but I really can't now, can I). No, my topic for today is the tons of work I did on the lawn today, including fertilizing it with the substance mentioned in the title of this entry. See, we're an organic shop here at the squibix farm, so no Scotts winterizer or what have you for us. The alternative, I find, is chicken manure--suitably processed and pelletized, of course. Before I deployed the fertilizer, though, I had to rake up the ground, and in doing so I noticed that there were even more weeds out in the grass than I had even suspected. Not wanting to favor them with the fertilizer meant for the wonderful little grasses, I spent some hours trying to pull them all up. I actually made a fair dent, and only got bit by two bugs in the process. I also spread an additional layer of grass seeds all over the front part of the lawn. I can't want to see if they'll come up!!