Men, gotta love 'em
Our push mower has died, and Gary talked me into buying our elderly neighbors elderly riding mower for his birthday. I don't see why he wants a riding mower for a postage stamp lawn full of obstructions, but whatever. It was cheaper than repairing ours, and Lord knows the old man was a danger to himself on it. (His wife probably would have given it away, to keep him off it.
So Gary gets the lawn mowed, spending most of his ride in reverse getting around trees and rosebushs, etc. I don't think I've seen a grin like that since Carolyn got her first tricycle!
Our neighbors across the street come home from the store while he's out playing with his new toy. Now for the entire 2.5 years we've been here she has cut their even smaller lawn with a push mower. Not once has her husband touched the yard. As soon as the groceries were in the house, he was cranking his riding mower! Huh? What is it, another example of "mine's bigger than your's"?
Jennie, Gary & our kids:
cat colony: Hunter S Tomcat, Archie and Mehitable, Witch, and Calamity Jane, Cuddlebug, Havana, Ghost, Spitfire Liz, Little Bit, Jesse, Moe, Cali, Stardust, Anastasia & Christy, Sally and the 5 boys
dog pack Heinz and Heidi
rip Tiger, Rabbit, Two Stars, Angel,Elaine, Mungo Jerry, Tex and Ijimus. I'll meet y'all at the bridge.