Or if not exactly invisible, certainly turned into a cartload of mulch, which Blissfish and Valatan can rake up in a day or two once it dries. And I got a free two hours or so of heavy exercise wrestling the mulcher, whose controls are now all fixed and the PTO on the transmission works properly, though it’s totally useless when tackling grass this dense, and the “universal” throttle cable is inverted and works in a Big Brother-ish “fast is slow” fashion. (And zomg I have GOT to scrub down my respirator! It is completely Teh Nasty.)
Is it can be burbons tiem nao, pleez?
Nearly eight hundred songs have been written about rain. Fnord.
