Kevin finally convinced me that it was time to buy an actual lawnmower. You know, one that runs on gas rather than manpower. So our little comic-strip whirl-a-blade mower went out with the trash (but was probably scavenged by our neighbors) and was replaced by a new mower. We also bought what I have to refer to as a panic room, a la Gilmore Girls, but what is really a plastic closet to keep the mower in and any other lawn accoutrements.
Here's the evidence.
Wednesday, June 6
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lol ... you guys are so cute :)
That is great! Kevin looks right at home with that lawn mower!
Man you took me back... I remember those old push mowers......the muscles... and the need to keep that grass short and mow when dry....
I totally understand the smile!
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