Me: This year, I'm gonna get that field looking like a bloody lawn, and I'm gonna cut paths into the other field like a big maze.
Wife: You're a dreamer, Quirk! The grass is far too long for you to cut paths and you're never going to get a FIELD looking like a LAWN.
Me: Hold my beer...
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