I’m mowing the grass.
Because I’m a good wife and because Hubby asked me polietly before he left.
I’m 45 years old. I’ve cut a few lawns in my time. I did it at home growing up . . . Dad made sure all us girls knew how to cut grass. ‘Cause there are things a man has to teach his daughters. I learned using a good old fashioned Sears Craftsman gas powered push mower. I was good at manhandling that big old thing.
Hubby bought an electric mower last year. Easier to push around the yard. Better for the environment. Cheaper than gas powered self-propelled mower. blah. blah. blah.
I hate that &$%@*! electric mower.
I have to be careful not to run over the power cord. It cuts out if I take my hand off the handle. If I tug on the cord too hard it comes unplugged. I worry about being shocked if I happen to hit a patch of grass that’s not completely dry.
If they’re so wonderful, why did man invent the gas powered mower first?
I’m just sayin . . .