I know it may seem silly to everyone else, but for some reason it really bothers me when the grass gets tall. Not like a quarter inch too long tall, I'm not worried about that. Weirdly enough, I just really dislike the idea of walking out in the yard in the morning to check the garden areas and having the grass so long it wets my shoes and socks with dew or rain, then you get wet feet. I also realized while mowing that one of the rose bushes I bought and thought was a hybrid tea is a climbing vine, so I need to get it supported somehow. Working backwards in the day, I made fried chicken sandwiches for dinner. Because of all my food allergies/sensitivities I don't eat out much, and it's gotten a bit more restrictive due to the food challenge Mark took on so we don't lot...