So, anybody who really knows me knows that I have a thing for men on tractors. It’s just a fact. Can’t explain it. Don’t try to hide it. But who ever thought my little infatuation could be aimed at myself?
I cut the grass tonight for the first time on our new riding lawn mower. Lemme tell ya. WOW. When you see these big 42″ swathes of grass bowing down at your feet in these beautiful curvy rows, it’s quite the turn on. I told my husband that I wished our yard was bigger so I could keep right on cutting for a while. There’s something therapeutic and hypnotizing about it.
You know how with a push mower you make every effort to avoid cutting over a single blade of grass that’s already been cut because it means more sweat and work? Yeah, that’s not even a thought with this big bad riding mower. You just run over and over and over the same spots because you want to see how tight of a radius you can make, or how close you can get the wheels to the flowerbed edgers without mowing them down. You weave in and out of the obstacle course that is the islands in the front yard and you power right up to the edge of the fence then swerve real fast to see just how close you can cut it. It’s like the Ultimate Turf Trimming Challenge out there. I LOVE IT! I’m totally gonna cut the grass every time from now on. It’s awesome. J’s just gonna have to suck it up and keep on weedeating, cause I’m not relinquishing my throne on that big sod swallower on wheels.
It scares the crap out of the dogs, bless their hearts, but they need to just toughen up. Momma’s gots some mowin’ to do.