

So H has been cutting the grass with the lawn mower that was left by the owners for the past year. I knew it was an electric mower but never walked outside to see it. I came home for lunch one afternoon and he was out back. When I saw the mower I could not stop laughing because it looks like a toy. H didn’t find the humor in it, in fact he got pretty annoyed when I wanted to take this pic with the soccer ball. Keep in mind that our yard is so small that I could take a pair of scissors to it and finish cutting it that way in probably an hour. Every time I look at that mower now I laugh. It’s probably a good thing we’re moving...
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