Mow The LAWN
I told my husband I needed to mow the lawn today. Seriously. Nary one hour ago.
It's often an issue in this marriage. I can't stand it to go un-manicured. He doesn't care. I end up mowing the lawn 98 percent of the time because I can't stand it. I've mowed it nine months pregnant. I have mowed it with sprained ankle. Along with all the other yard work. Edging. Weeding. Trimming. Pruning.
Sigh.
We'll leave that battle for another day. This is not what this post is about....well not really.
It's often an issue in this marriage. I can't stand it to go un-manicured. He doesn't care. I end up mowing the lawn 98 percent of the time because I can't stand it. I've mowed it nine months pregnant. I have mowed it with sprained ankle. Along with all the other yard work. Edging. Weeding. Trimming. Pruning.
Sigh.
We'll leave that battle for another day. This is not what this post is about....well not really.
So my lovely Stumbleupon friend KimNaturally sent this my way at a rather opportune moment:
Yes, I am sure my husband would leap over mountains to mow that lawn of mine. Sigh.
6 Witty Comments For Me:
The Brits aren't quite as uptight as we are about certain things... I'm not sure which is funnier - the video or your labels for this post! Either way, thanks for the laughs!!
hahaha LOVE it. American broadcasting, we are such prudes.
That is hilarious! Those crazy Brits!
Able to leap mountains, I am!
This is why we have a lawn service. For the actual grass, not for my wife.
I guess mowing the lawn would be better than say...waxing the car.
Loved it!
Sandhill Sis
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