Friday, April 1, 2011

Just What I Always Wanted

I am firing my lawn guy. Poor OLD George, I really feel bad. But, I don't need him anymore. See, I have a boyfriend with an EXTRA lawnmower. That's right! He has a spare and tomorrow he will be delivering it to me. I know, I know, very romantic...but actually, it really is. And here's why:

I never even asked. I never complained. I never said a word about it. Boyfriend saw a need and took it upon himself to help. I was hesitant to accept, putting him through a rigorous course that basically ended with him insisting that I take the riding mower. I have trouble accepting help or unsolicited kindness, always looking for the ulterior motive. This time, I knew it was genuine when I protested, "I would feel terrible about having you come over here, busy as you already are, and having to cut my grass." His reply:

"Wait...no. I won't be cutting anything. I will teach YOU to cut it and YOU will be using it."

Well, okay then! Little does he know, I have only experienced the sheer joy of using a riding lawn mower a few times in my adult life. I never seem to have the right situation, great yard...no mower. Great mower...no yard. Great yard, great mower...no rights to said mower or yard. So now I have a great yard, a great mower, and a great boyfriend. Winning. Jackpot

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