Owen’s wife was forever going on about how he should mow the lawn.
“Stop lounging on your backside reading the paper,” she said. “Look at the length of that grass.”
“It’s alright for you,” Owen would say. “I work all week and it’s nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday.”
“Poof!” she would say. “You men are all the same.”
Anyway, that was last Saturday. Owen took the following Friday off work and mowed the lawn. He tidied things up a bit. He wished she was about to harp about it. Still, it would be good to have things looking nice for her funeral the next day.