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It's a fact of life. We all know it and no matter how much it hurts, we get used to it. Guys come and go out of a girl's life. Pest control guys, central air guys, delivery guys, IT guys, plumbers, mechanics and dog groomers (mostly those last guys are gay so they don't really count, not that there's anything wrong with that). These guys never seem to stick around very long and the good ones always end up breaking your heart by leaving you for another job in another town, or worse, another (younger and cuter) account.

But my God, every now and then you meet one of those guys that you just HAVE to HAVE. To keep forever or as long as you live in a house with unruly vines and azaleas that have taken over the backyard, porch, a linen closet and a small portion of your underwear drawer.

Today, I found me one of those guys. The Lawn Guy. He just dropped down from heaven and stole my heart in a whirlwind of leaf blowing, curb edging and a 135-degree articulating trimmer head. Oh my, the things he did to my yard (front *and* back) would make you swoon.

Is it appropriate to tip The Lawn Guy? And if so, how?

[Not my lawn up there, not my squirrel and not my nut. I just like pictures of animals eating, okay? OKAY?]