I was trying to be a good wife, really I was. My poor husband had a terrible time yesterday trying to get the mower to take care of the jungle er , I mean yard. People stopping by, missing keys, etc he just didn't have enough time. Couple that with the fact that our yard is a flood plain, he had trouble and was unable to finish the yard before evening church service.
So I thought I would try to help him out and mow the yard. I called and got instructions on the proper method for this particular mower. I drove it around the yard, half scared and made a full circle. Then I got cocky. This isn't so bad, this mower isn't that hard to use, I can do this, etc.
Don't they say that pride comes before the fall. In this case, I didn't fall - I got stuck!
In my defense when I got off the mower I sunk into the yard. I don't know how were are going to tackle this problem. Kent will "unstick" it when he gets home but the front yard is the driest part!
Can I give the kids scissors and tell them to have fun? ;)