Annoying Boy comes over about two minutes after Lin walks in the door at about 5 pm and rings the damn doorbell. I knew it was him. Who the hell else would it be? I tell Lin I am not going to answer it, and so Lin does. AB wants us to mow our yard right now, because the weeds are killing him … because of his allergies. A) There is no pollen coming off any weeds in our yard. In order to have pollen, you’d have to have some sort of blooms, and what blooming weeds we did have are no longer blooming. It’s prairie grass. Green blades of grass. Mowing it is what’s going to toss it in the air as tiny little grass particles and then it will be an allergin … or rolling around in it. That might do it. B) The allergy report for the day proclaims that Oak and mold are so high it’s going to kill all of us, and I know that’s why I have a severe headache. Eliminating any potential allergins coming from our yard isn’t going to do him or me any damn good at all. This stuff called “air” … it circulates widely.

Lin told him he was going to add a week to the length of time it takes for the lawn to get mowed for every time he comes over and demands it be mowed. AB started his usual bossy whining, and I hollered from the den “Chop down your Oak tree. It’s killing me and everyone in Austin.” Then Lin closed the door on whining AB.

Lin said he’d mow it this week, but I wouldn’t bet on it. We are both in total passive-aggressive mode on this matter. Meanwhile, I have acquired a large bag of wildflower seeds, which I will be tossing about all over both the front and back yards. Hope he likes that pollen! And I can’t freaking wait until after we mow the lawn so I can harass him every time I see him outside by asking him if his f*cking allergies have killed him yet.