Yes, dear readers, I shall share my story. Only because I know you all love me too and will so enjoy hearing about "the day I decided to surprise my husband."
One day last week, I knew hubby had said he had to mow the grass. He also mentioned that he'd need to go get some gas before he mowed. On this day, he'd had a particularly busy day at work, and because I am such a thoughtful spouse, I decided to surprise him. Now, understand that as a kid, I had to mow the grass each week. My sister and I traded off the front and the back yard (bigger and harder to cut) each week. So, from the age of 10 or so, until I left for college, baby I mowed. Once I married, I decided the yard could be "his domain" as I did the house, laundry, etc. and so I've only mowed on rare occasions. But, I knew that, even though I don't know how to use the tractor (and don't want to), I could certainly use the push mower, and that might make it so that he would have enough gas in the tractor to do the back yard if I could do the front and the sides on a tank in the smaller mower. Oh, wouldn't he be surprised!
So, off I went to the garage to put what gas remained in the gas can into the push mower. I started that puppy up, and smiled as it roared to life and headed to the front yard. This particular mower has a bar you have to hold along with the main handle as a safely mechanism. Once I got started, and did several strips, I was chagrined at how hard it was for me to push this mower, especially going up the slope. Now, our front yard does not slope
that much, so I was chagrined to realize just how out of shape I'd become. It was taking all the effort I could muster to head back up the small slope at each turn. Whew. Sweat was pouring off me and I was huffing and puffing. As I was in the middle of the front yard, hubby came down the street, home early from work. He stopped his car in the driveway, got out, and with a huge smile on his face said, "Now, that's about the sexiest thing I've ever seen." I didn't have the heart to tell him just how hard the effort truly was.
He went inside to finish a report he had to send to his boss, then came out with the tractor to help me finish up. I was taking a break, gulping down water after having finished the front yard, when I asked him to start the mower back up so I could at least maybe do one of the sides of the yard. When he started it up, he grabbed not only the main bar, but a secondary lever on the right. Yes, gentle readers, it was then that I commenced to having a potty mouth that the entire
cul-
de-sac probably heard. That other lever? Uh, the lever that engages the
self-propelled system of the mower!!!!!!! That mower took off like a streak, dragging me across the yard. I alternately laughed hysterically and cursed. Seriously, only minutes before, pushing it was like going through sand, and now, I felt as if I could mow every yard on the street. Go ahead, wipe your tears, I'll wait... But wait, it only gets better.
Because I had my second wind, I headed for the other side of the yard, while he started on the back yard. We met in the middle, and he motioned for me to take the push mower and go around the edging that surrounds my bird feeder area. Off I went, being dragged by that *&^%$# mower, smiling all the way. Just as soon as I finished going around it, I finally ran out of gas. Whew. What an experience! I left him to finish up the back, along with doing the trimming (I draw the line there) and blowing.
I went inside to treat myself to a cold
Yuengling.... boy, didn't
that taste wonderful! I walked out onto the deck to see him trimming around the bird feeder area where I'd mowed. He'd stopped, had his hands on his hips, and was shaking his head. I called out to him, and he turned and said, "Uh, honey... did you not see the sprinkler head here?" Yep, took the top right off that sucker, I did! I simply smiled and said, as I took a big swig of my beverage, "So, how sexy am I now?"
And thus ends the story of why my husband loves me so.
