Lawn Update because I can't help it

I tried very hard today to start the lawnmower. If the Lawnmower Police are coming, that is my answer.

It has gas.

It has oil.

It has my yanking powerful effort.

But no. It won't.

A couple of years ago, I wasn't holding down the proper lever, but this time I was.

Aren't my irises beautiful? Oh, they are. Pay no attention to the leaves embedded there.

Next week I have a Family Event, so I MUST take care of this. I am already thinking about how I will waylay some male protagonist to help me.

I do regret (sometimes) the gender roles that we follow. I am already on record complaining about female roles concerning Christmas and holidays. We do parboil and devein the shrimp. I admit it. But you men have reason to complain also. And here is part of it.

MAN'S WORK

1) Mopping up sewage in the basement

2) Taking out the garbage (although I do that), especially when it has to be rebagged.

3) automotive difficulties, including flat tires, transmission problems, really anything to do with the car not starting.

4) middle of the night noises--a man must be willing to explore those

5) where the car is parked--a man should be able to retrieve the car wherever it is. My father always knew where the car was.

6) paying the check (even if we are really paying)

7) telling us we look nice (and not fat)

8) small appliance diffiulties, like the toaster. What we want to hear is, "I'll take a look at it."

Shouldn't we all be having more fun?

Living the Dream, dear reader

love.

becky