Country Livin’!
Husband mows the lawn. We have over an acre lot and it is his job (and only job) to mow the lawn. He will swear to the earths end that he loves it but can never quite find the time to do it. I refuse. I am allergic to grass. It breaks me out in unbelievable hives. Even pulling the weeds in the walking path breaks me out to the point that if I don’t get a shower immediately I will be in a state for the rest of the night!
Tonight I talked him into mowing at least one part of the yard. He picked the back. Apparently before he even finished the neighbor was giving him hints on how to mow properly. I find this too funny! Husband grew up in Florida where there is no grass. And to make matters worse he grew up in a semi-trailer park where he didn’t have to take care of any form of grass! The most he or his mother had to worry about was the plastic flowers near the entry door.
I’m not quite sure how he took the advice of mowing our grass. He acts like it was nothing but I’m thinking it was more a blow to his ego. How can a real man not know how to mow grass properly? How can a real man not know the setting he needed the second pass around the yard? (Second pass? Oh NO!)
Honestly I have no idea. I am just thrilled that it wasn’t me!
The thing that truly strikes me as funny is there isn’t a house around (we all have minimum of an acre) who doesn’t use a ride-on mower. It is so testosterone driven it’s insane! Forget the revved up trucks, forget the muscle cars…it’s all about the lawn mower in NW Indiana!
Tonight I talked him into mowing at least one part of the yard. He picked the back. Apparently before he even finished the neighbor was giving him hints on how to mow properly. I find this too funny! Husband grew up in Florida where there is no grass. And to make matters worse he grew up in a semi-trailer park where he didn’t have to take care of any form of grass! The most he or his mother had to worry about was the plastic flowers near the entry door.
I’m not quite sure how he took the advice of mowing our grass. He acts like it was nothing but I’m thinking it was more a blow to his ego. How can a real man not know how to mow grass properly? How can a real man not know the setting he needed the second pass around the yard? (Second pass? Oh NO!)
Honestly I have no idea. I am just thrilled that it wasn’t me!
The thing that truly strikes me as funny is there isn’t a house around (we all have minimum of an acre) who doesn’t use a ride-on mower. It is so testosterone driven it’s insane! Forget the revved up trucks, forget the muscle cars…it’s all about the lawn mower in NW Indiana!
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