Sketchy Dave

I've been going home a lot lately which has caused me to be a bit nostalgic.
I spent the long weekend hanging out in the rents house totally alone on purpose because all I wanted to do was lay in the pool and soak in some serious cancer causing rays.
It was spectacular.
As I was laying on a floating chair I looked around the backyard reminiscing on all of the memories that were created there.
One main one being an extremely large tree that stands in front of a shed. I remember when I was younger when my dad planted it and sat us all down before we cut the grass in the chosen weekly pattern and told us to make sure that we went around the tree, not through it.
Well, me being the best listener and the least rebellious of us three girls; Darn right I went through it. Cutting off the entire bottom branches of a thriving tree.
Ya, I got whooped bad for that. Plus, grounded from cutting the lawn ever again. From that day on, never cut the grass.
As I sit her typing at work, dude from my work is talking on the phone about some girls boobs. How can he possibly wonder why we call him sketchy Dave?