I laid sod today with my husband and daughter, and now my sciatic nerve is really unhappy with me, so I am fairly unhappy in general. However, we do have a nice patch of St. Augustine where we once had clover, so I guess it was worth it - a sentiment not shared by my daughter, who asked "What was wrong with the grass we had?" I could have pointed out that only Uncle Jay's cows eat clover, and they aren't here, but I suspect that would have been countered with an offer to either a) acquire a cow, or b) send the clover to Carthage, TX. Either way, she wouldn't have had to lay sod. However, it isn't the right kind of clover anyway.
Of course, she's not here at the moment, having chosen to spend the night at a friend's and come home late tomorrow.
Happy Mother's Day (sigh)
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