A lost art. They should still teach it. Imagine this generation that is not learning it and finding grandma and grandpa’s love letters 40 years from now and not know what they even are. That, to me, is sad.
I have neighbors I call the mad leaf blowers. All day they can be out there. I have no idea what they could possibly be blowing that much. Sometimes they are out until 9 at night.
Seriously folks, with 4 cats and one Irish Wolfhound, If I didn’t have all that poop I would only take out my trash once a month! It’s always pooper scooper at my house!
True that! We had birds when I was growing up and while I love birds, I’ll never own one.