It was a valiant but ever so futile effort.
Second, after jump starting the tractor, some spring on the mower deck broke. So the grass, which is currently chin high to a giraffe, was not cut.
Next, I attempted to focus on a work-related project that requires lots and lots and lots of
But wait, before all this, I managed to sink a boat trailer in creek mud. True story. For another day.
Just about the time I was up to my kneecaps in
I was already late to pick up Chesapeake Bay Daughter from
To expedite the conclusion of this post, I'll resort to bullets, which wouldn't be the first time in the past 24 hours I've considered using them:
-cut my gloveless hands weeding
-dragged push mower out of garage, more difficult than it sounds given that it was lodged between a generator, an empty oil barrel and an organ. Yes, an organ. Like a piano only an organ. In my garage. Would somebody please take it? Anyone?
-push mower would not start.
-tried to clean kitchen while ants had a pool party in the ponds of Terro poison which now coats
-discovered that garbage disposal does not work, and stuffing more scraps down in there does not improve the matter
-cooked supper for famished children while hosting an ant fiesta on my kitchen counters.
-threw in the towel, put on a sombrero and did a cannonball in the Terro pool.
Hopefully you had a great weekend.
If I haven't said it recently, I'd kill for a long, long vacation far away from here.
But I'll settle for a lawn mower that works.