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.
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.
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