(not shown: mud, nail in tire, yard, dull blades, me)
I love my mower. It even has a cupholder.
(added: me, beer)
Two years ago, Muppy got a present: a 3 acre yard to run around. That obviously led to needing a riding mower. A few months later, one of Designated Hitter's co-workers asked him how he liked the Cub Cadet mower, and he replies "I don't know, she won't let me ride it" and he wasn't lying! I bet he's only used it 3 times total in the last two years... and we live in a freaking rainforest. I usually have to mow twice a week if the weather cooperates, and start mowing in March (maybe even once in February), sometimes don't quit until November... Have I mentioned I love my mower?
It's magical too. Or at least there is magic that surrounds it. Every time I get ready to mow, I discover that it's full of gas again! I think there's a Gas Fairy. Take that however you want. The weird thing is every time I look to the sky and say "Thank you, Gas Fairy" the Designated Hitter says "you're welcome". Who is he fooling? I know it's magic.
I wish I could honor this occasion by mowing today, but the weather isn't being agreeable.
Oh come on, gotta give Designated Hitter credit once in awhile...LOL
ReplyDeleteOh, I suppose. At first the Gas Fairy just magically refilled the little red gas can in the garage, and I had to put it into the mower, but now Designated Hitter actually fills up the mower for me. So he gets that credit!
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