Saturday, Scott had invited some people over to watch football at his house on his new tv. He was frustrated that he'd not had time to mow the grass during the week and he had to work on Saturday. So, I decided I would surprise him and mow his yard while he was at work. I checked the weather report and it wasn't going to be too hot so I figured, why not?
I got out there and cranked the mower with no problem. I made the first ring around the yard and cut too close to the back porch. Wham! I hit the concrete and the mower chokes off. I flip it to the side to confirm that I have bent the blade. It's bent so bad that its digging into the ground.
So, I find a wrench and take off the blade. I stand on it, thinking just maybe I can bend it back into place. No go. So I get in the car and head to the hardware store to find a replacement blade. I found one that matched but asked a salesperson to confirm that it would work. He looks it over and agrees that it is the right size. I explain that its my boyfriend's new mower and that I was trying to surprise him and managed to tear it up. He laughed hysterically. At least I made his day. But he did tell me to tell Scott that his wife wouldn't even TOUCH a lawn mower and that he should hang on to a woman that was even willing to help. I made sure to tell him.
So maybe those flowers weren't for nothing after all?
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