So, I leave you with this little story: the story of why I am a total moron this week.
I tried desperately to get my grass mowed yesterday so that I could enjoy tonite with Prof. I went kayaking, got home about 30 minutes before the sun set and got to work. I refuse to have gasoline lying around my house, so I have a corded electric mower. It is a pain in the ass. But, I live. The 100' cord that I use is pushing 10 years old and I've gotten a bit lax in making sure I don't run it over with the mower. In fact, I've been running it over on purpose - because the mower is set so high that the cord is unaffected.
Except, I reset the mower last time. And didn't put it back up. And I ran over the cord.
Cord Cuisinart. Orange cord all over the place.
Ok fine. I gave up. Felt silly. Ate dinner and got over it.
Bought a new cord today at Blowe's. Super special deal - $10. I shoulda gotten the expensive one.
I made half a swipe down the backyard before...
(you know what's coming, of course)
Orange cord puree. Again.
Not even 2 minutes of use and I've boogered the thing beyond recognition.
I paused for a while, cursed for a minute, then spied the neighbor's mower, in all of its gasoline powered glory. They weren't home, so I stole it.
I made one swipe down the yard before it stopped working.
I tried to restart it but the cord wouldn't pull. I put it back - shamefaced. I'm still trying to figure out what exactly to tell them. "I stole your mower. But don't worry. God smote me already for it."
I mean, come on world!! Today was supposed to be the best day ever - my coworker told me that numerologists think this is a special day: 7/8/09. Sequential, you see... Maybe good for people, but bad for machines. And cords.
Can't wait 'till prof gets here with a bottle of wine. I needs it.