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ADDITION TO PREVIOUS POST

Ok, when last we left our well-meaning blogger, she had just found out, based on info gathered by her husband over the phone, that she had mowed the entire front and side lawns of her house -- which were far overdue for a mowing and sincerely out of control -- with the whirling blade exposed.

Fast forward to 6 p.m., when well-meaning blogger's husband went out to mow the back yard.

Tim (sounding immensely puzzled): Did you say you didn't bag the clippings?

Amy: Yeah. I didn't put the bag back on.

Tim: Uh...the bag's ON.

And then that's when the chortling began in earnest.

Honestly, I never noticed whether there was a bag or not. I did notice that there was a lot of clipped grass flying around everywhere. That was probably about 1/5 of the way through the mowing when the... BAG BECAME FULL.

So Tim, Henry and I were out in the garage, laughing what I feel might have been just a bit too heartily at my expense. Then Henry crossed the line. He uttered what we consider to be a naughty word in our house. He said, "Mommy, you're stupid."

Tim dealt the punishment. Time out. I stuck my head in the refrigerator so he couldn't see me giggle.

In this case, I sorta agreed with H's assessment.

Maybe not stupid. More like, Yard Machine Challenged. Maybe.

Comments

AnneR said…
I once drove all around town (in my 1979 Ford LTD, when I was in h.s.) with my emergency brake engaged. And we once discovered that we had been using a vacuum w/o a bag attached. So I guess what I'm saying is, you're in good company. :-)
7:11 PM
Mary said…
At my wedding shower my aunt bestowed this valuable advice: if you do a chore/task once, it will be yours forever, so stand strong. Garbage is at the top of my "never do" list followed closely by mowing (but this also has allergy implications.)
11:51 AM
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