One of Birddog’s dreams came true late yesterday afternoon. He got a lawnmower. OH NO! Did I call it a lawnmower???……Because that would be WRONG. It is a lawn TRACTOR. (I was corrected about half a dozen times yesterday.)
A lawn tractor has real axles with lug nuts and hydraulics and lots of other stuff that I wouldn’t understand…….because I like to go shopping and have the ability to become pregnant. My sex of the species could never understand what a glorious machine this is!
With that being said…..I say that he got a new lawn mower. This could mean a couple of things:
He will be perfectly good and not do anything with the lawnmower but look at it, because a person that had back surgery 14 DAYS AGO should not do ANYTHING until they go back to the doctor next Monday.
He can not wait until his nagging wife goes to Bunko tomorrow night, so that he can fiddle with his new lawn tractor………bending over and doing stupid stuff that his doctor told him not to do.
I stopped nagging for at least five minutes last night and let him SIT on it for a picture….I threatened his life if he started the engine. I know that it must be excruciating getting a new toy and not being able to ride it…….but someone who still needs help getting dressed does not need to be riding a lawnmower.
Anyway, I am happy that he got the lawn TRACTOR that he always wanted. It is a 1987 model…….and everyone knows that Birddog lives for the ‘80s. ("They just don't build stuff like they used to!") He sold several personal items to raise the money to buy it and I am happy that one of his dreams came true.
Now, if we could only keep the birds from eating the grass seed in our front yard!
I am Ladybird and this is my website. I am wife to Birddog and mommy to EC, aka Babybird. Our extended family includes our canine children, Jake and Elwood, and feline kid, Callie. I live in a zoo. I have an addiction to winter coats, Calvin and Hobbes and really bad reality television. I truly believe that all problems can be solved by a Washington State Martini. I love the feeling of sand between my toes and cleaning my ears out with a q-tip. I watch documentaries and listen to NPR. The purpose of this blog is to keep in touch with friends, while trying not to offend my family. Let me know how I am doing.