Get Off My Lawn

After months of recon work I believe I have figured out who put the note on my door telling me to mow my yard. I've taken the past two days off work because I came down with something. As I've sat watching TV and playing video games in the front of the house I've noticed a mom picking up her kids from the bus stop every day around 2:30 then walking with them to see Red in the back yard. (see "beautiful matted up dog") They then walk right through my front yard right up next to the windows to pass through to their house lower down the street. I'm certain it was her who was upset about me not mowing because it wasn't convenient for her to cut through my lawn with her kids. Well that's just great. So today I'm feeling like pulling a stereotypical old man move by telling those kids to get off my lawn. Should be fun...or at least a new way to pass the sick time at home...

Update at 9:30pm...I waited outside for the kids ready to let them have it when the smallest one cut through the yard and looked up at me to say "hello Mr. Red, what are you doing?" It was too stinkin cute to be mad at them so I smiled and said I was looking at my mail and let him hop on his merry way...