This is Grammy.
Grammy is having an affair with the riding lawnmower.
Every few nights, around 7:00 or 8:00, as soon as Poppy goes to bed, she sneaks out to rendezvous with Mr. Deere. I know because I hear them from my house next door.
Ridin’ the green pony.
It’s not like I’m eavesdropping or anything. I can’t help it. They’re LOUD.
And they go for HOURS. She says she likes it. CHAH.
She claims it’s RELAXING.
So the other night, as the sun was fading, I confronted them with my camera. Grammy, overcome with guilt and shame, tried to hide behind a tree.
Poor, poor Poppy.