Cub Cadet

OK. You don't have to tell me. I already know this is an awful picture.

This morning I went over to my parents' house to take a picture of what my father gave to my mother on Mother's Day. The particular item was garaged in their barn in a most unphotogenic location. From a distance, the barn is very photogenic. Up close...well I don't want to talk about it.

Yes, that's a screen door propped up on the left wall. No, I have no idea what that other junk is. Yes, we have an inability to throw anything away clutter.

Anyway.

Chesapeake Bay Mother has written a thank you note to CB Father for the touching, well-thought-out gift he presented her for Mother's Day.

Let's begin.

Mother's Day
by Chesapeake Bay Mother

We have a new addition to the family--a new Cub Cadet, well-appointed with headlights, beverage holders, and arm rests. Precision trained and not the sort of lawn equipment to turn on its owners*, we have high hopes for a long and happy working relationship.

Husband informs me on Mother's Day that it is one half of my Mother's Day present; the other half being the two bar stools I specifically requested for Mother's Day to complement my new kitchen bar. Somewhere along the line the words "bar stool" and "Cub Cadet" in the same thought sequence obfuscate down in Husband's mind to a spanking new Cub Cadet full of sound and fury and nary a concern in the world for what I wanted, asked for and was eagerly anticipating--two (2) bar stools.

When I asked about them, he said Home Depot was all out of them and every mother should be so lucky to have such a lawn mower. In years past, I have received a dishwasher, vacuum cleaner, and you get the picture.

So far, he has refrained from the annual septic tank pumping as a reward for motherhood, but there's always next year.

While I may have a gratitude deficiency, Husband definitely has tunnel vision for what he wants. For Father's Day, one half of his present is the Cub Cadet; the other half will probably be something expensive that, coincidentally, fits my ring finger. Before you go getting critical, just remember: one Christmas he gave me a drill.

Chesapeake Bay Woman Returns for Some Wasted Words Clarification

* For the record, CB Mother is talking about a tractor that tried to kill her, a tractor which turned on her. She is not talking about a tractor which turns its owners on.

If she were talking about that she just might be referencing CB Father who to the best of our knowledge has been riding that Cub Cadet since the day he brought it home.

For Mother's Day.