Sharon vs. the Lawnmower

[To Lawnmower] I don't like you and you don't like me, but goddamnit we need to work together to get the damn grass mowed!

It's no surprise that I hate mowing the lawn. Luckily, I have a husband that enjoys doing this arduous chore. However, he's in Italy and it needs to get done. It had gotten to the point where you couldn't make out one our dogs standing in the backyard.

After a day of working from home and wallowing in my own stank (didn't feel like showering, let alone changing out of my PJs), it was decided that the lawn had to be mowed. Jason mowed it before he left, so it had been about a week and half since the lawnmower touched the grass. For most people, it would have been fine, but for us, it is a whole other story. I have no clue why, but the grass in the back grows at an exponential rate and is usually two to three times higher than the front yard.

I decided to tackle the backyard first. Get out there and do my thing. Since the grass is so high, the lawnmower backs up and stops quite a few times. It seems that you are always restarting it. I was halfway through the backyard and it cuts out for the hundredth time; I attempted to start it again and, after 8 pulls, it wouldn't start. Check underneath it and there is not a clog to be found. Tried starting it again, no luck. From there, I checked the gas level. It was low, but not empty. However, I fill it anyway. Again, tried to start it with no luck. Checked the oil and it was a little low, so I fill it up. No luck starting. I drag the damn lawnmower back to the garage and decided to give it one last pull. Damn thing rises from the dead. Drag it back to the backyard and finish mowing the lawn.

I hate mowing the lawn and the lawnmower is a sadistic son-of-a-b*tch.

Damn you to Hell lawnmower.