I'm in love. With another besides Manchild. I know, it's a sin but I just can't help it. Manchild came through for me on my birthday and made my wildest dreams come true. He bought me a lawn mower. Not just any lawn mower either. An ORANGE lawn mower - orange just like my car. How cool is that?!?
I entered my home the evening of my birthday and almost fell over the most gorgeous piece of machinery ever to be seen in my TV room. I think I told my man thank you and how much I loved him then I darted off to change clothes and run buy gas so I could get down to bidness! He suggested that I read the owners manual before using it but I said 'to hell with that' I had mowing to do! The thing cranked on the first try and I was OFF! I mowed my yard and my neighbor's yard and would have kept on going but it got too dark and I had to quit.
My orange beloved works like a dream. I sing when I'm mowing. I yell for joy. I skip. I should become a yard person. I could make a mint. A couple of guys at work were astonished that I would be so excited over getting something that will make me work but I love it. No more back breaking cranking for 45 minutes. No more pushing and shoving to maneuver the thing. It's easy street (or lawn as the case may be) for me. Forget diamonds and furs, give me a lawn mower and I'm a happy camper!