See that there? That there is a fickle bitch. She will only start (without massive amounts of effort and swears) for my husband. She started for me today, and all was going well, and then she ran out of fuel. So...loaded up the houndies for a car car, got the fuel, filled her up, got her going, her bag fell off, so i turned her off and reattached it. Well, apparently i really ticked her off, because she would not start again. The husband called, and i swear she knew i was talking about her, because the minute i got off the phone with him, she started. She must have heard me say that i was going to push her off the cliff into the lake. Do you notice that even Fred is glaring at her in the picture?
Oh....want to guess what i am doing right now? Waiting for Fred's dose of hydrogen peroxide to kick in, so he vomits up the contents of the compost bowl, to include two days worth (maybe three?) of coffee grounds. Again. Second time in three days. I lead a glamorous life. Oh....here comes the vom.
2 comments:
You crack me up! Is there a problem with using the new tractor? And, have you considered putting the compost bowl someplace where Fred can't reach it? g
Didn't you guys just get that new riding lawn mower??? Why in the world would you push that thing around your entire yard when you could ride the tractor in your pj pants with a martini! lol
Glad you have your blog up and running! :)
-k
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