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As indicated by the above photograph, your humble hostess (and I daresay delicate flower) was reduced to mowing the lawn yesterday. The session was complete with perspiration, noxious fume inhalation and the accumulation of grass stains on sneakers.
This unspeakable indignation was due to my dearly beloved's ongoing recovery from his broken ankle and Lil' OB being otherwise engaged. (The readership should make no mistake--Lil' OB performed the season's inaugural mow.) To make an already horrific situation worse, the miserable Goat hobbled out of the house (using HIS CANE) as I struggled with the intractable Toro and starting snapping photos in order to duly record the proceedings. Can you imagine?
Naturally, this trauma has left me exhausted, but I've recovered enough to set up and take a bit of weak tea (or maybe a couple of beers).
Now then, all that said and in the interest of full disclosure, this event is not without precedent. Behold Mow Right Woman, Mow Right Man (and yes, the associated graphic is that of yours truly).
Mow right indeed.
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