After Jon and I spent eighteen hours on push mowers cutting the lawn the other day, he was teasing me about being frustrated with me because his legs were eaten up by bugs while we were mowing.
“Don’t blame me because of that. How is that MY fault?”
“You were the one who kept saying, ‘we have to mow, we have to mow’.”
“We did! Had we not mowed, we would have needed a bush hog. Don’t blame me for trying to take care of our house. I’ll tell you what… you buy me a riding lawn mower and I’ll be glad to mow by myself every time.”
“If we buy a riding lawn mower, I’LL mow. That’s like having a go-cart. I’ll be glad to mow then… especially if I can get one with an Ipod dock and a brewski cup holder. I may even cruise the neighborhood on that thing.”
Great… I’ll be that woman who lives in the house on the corner with the waist-high grass and the husband who’s gotten two DUIs on the riding mower.
2 comments:
Jen! I'm so sad I didn't know about your blog sooner! You've made me chuckle at least three times already!! ;-) Glad you're blogging. And glad we're Facebook friends now. And glad we're real life friends, too.
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