No, my title isn't me I'm talking about. Yesterday when I got home from work I discovered that A took a half day and was working on the siding (nope it's not done yet). He's trying very hard to get it completed before it gets to cold. One more side left to go. I did some chores around the house and went out to brush our shedding dog.Hey, it's either brush her or vacuum twice a day. While doing this chore I noticed that the grass in our yard was very long. Being the nice wife that I am I though I'd cut the grass. Now, this is where a man's thinking comes in. We have two lawn mowers. I went to find one only to have to dig it out of the garage. I did need assistance to start it as the handle appears to be broken. When I inquired about this I was told to use that one and he "clamped" the handle up for me. Within 5 minutes of mowing the handle kept slipping lower and lower. I felt like a fricken midget cutting the grass. Not to mention that it also is not the mulcher and the bag is no where to be found so I was getting beat in the face with grass. I am totally convinced that this man has the other perfectly fine mower hiding somewhere. He just probably wants a new mower and now I'm supposed to feel sorry for him when he cuts the grass. I have a brother-in-law that does repairs so guess where this mower is going.
I think that some day when he's not home I'm going to have a little yard sale. In in will be 2 of the 3 snowblowers we own, 1 broken down lawn mower and 1 Classic (so he says) 1970 something Artic Cat snowmobile. Yes that's right. We have hauled this snowmobile to 3 different locations in 22 years. In 22 years I have never seen this snowmobile run. It is so classic that this summer it had weeds growing out of it.
Gearing up for the camping weekend. It's supposed to be a little chilly. Nothing like waking up to ice in your coffee pot and frost on the ground.