Hubby really doesn’t like mowing the lawn. Well, mostly he doesn’t like the old cranky lawnmower. He waits until lions are hiding in the velt before he finally gets to it. Even then, I have to gently remind him. Today was the day. We were up early this morning. I did a million loads of laundry, (Ok, 4) vacuumed, cleaned the litter boxes and did the general weekend stuff. I didn’t feel bad about the gentle nudge.
So, He stalls and stalls. Finally, about 1:30PM, he couldn’t think of any more excuses. He stood up to head out, glanced at the window, and bolted for the door. The car was outside with the top down and it was pouring!
The whole morning had been sunny and 75°. The minute he’s ready to mow, the sky opens up. How the heck did he do that!? He was drenched when he came back in, [sub]serves him right[/sub], but by then the rain had stopped and the sun was smiling down again. Of course, the foot tall grass was too wet to mow.
He works tomorrow, so, maybe Monday. (sigh)