Stupid Yard/Stupid Me

Greetings to you, readers.  We have just recently gone over the 200 views count.  I feel as if that is reason to celebrate and to rant about myself for once.  To point the finger squarely in the mirror you might say.  I know, for some of you, a celebration should have cake and candles, or even presents, but I thought poking fun at the person complaining about everyone else would be a good read as well.  Enjoy!

How many times have you let something go, until it was nearly impossible to complete, or even get the motivation to start?  An example of this would be letting your house get so dirty that you absolutely do not want to clean it at all.  Another example would be when you let your grass grow so long that you CAN"T cut it.  Has that ever happened to anyone before?  It did to me and it made cutting a manageable yard take twice the time it should have.  This is not a big deal, I know, but it is very annoying.  Let a yard go long enough and you will have 10 inch tall, super fine grass that clogs the mower, sticks to the sides, and shuts it off.  You can't see the dog's toys throughout the yard, so you get to run all of them over too, and shuts the mower off.  You can't see rocks or sticks strewn throughout the yard, so you get to run them over, and then the mower shuts off.  You can't see anything in the grass, so you run everything over and the mower shuts off.  Sounds like so much fun, right?

To continue the fun, the grass is wet.  When the grass is wet and long, like today, you have to cut the tall spots more than once.  Why?  Well because I was too lazy to cut it up until now.  As a result of this, I had to cut the yard twice in order to get the job completed.  We live on a serious hill and that did nothing to assist me in my trials against the jungle in the yard.  I kept expecting to find a car back there somewhere, but it never happened.  Now imagine pushing a mower up a hill, the mower getting jammed and shutting off every three or four steps, and then stepping in dog poop every three or four steps after you restart it, and then hitting a rock or a stick and the mower shutting off again.  It should paint a humerous picture in your head of what took place today.  It wasn't hard, it was just a massive annoyance.  That is all.  Sometimes you would prefer a job be difficult, rather than annoying, because an annoying job eats at you the rest of the day.  After it eats at you all day, you write about it and make yourself a fool for the internet to see.  Lucky me!  That's it for this week, I hope you enjoyed it.  Don't mind me, just a crazed lunatic here, ranting away as normal.  See you all next time.