Kevin's got some work to do when he gets home.

Do you know what irks me more than anything in the world? When the lawn mower dies. This has happened to me almost every time i've mowed in the last couple of months. This morning I got on my grubby clothes, picked up all the toys in the yard, scooped poop (gag), started the lawn mower and mowed approximately 5 rows when it decided to die. It was out of gas. I filled it up with gas. Then I mowed a row and a half and it died again. "Oh good, Kevin's still here, maybe he can see what's wrong," I thought. I got Kevin, and he tried to start it, to no avail. "Let it sit for a while then try it again," he said as he drove off to work. My friend Wendi called, and she'll talk forever if you let her, so that killed a half hour. I hung up with her and tried it again, but it's just not working. And it's a brand new mower. So now, i'm looking at my nice little patch of mowed yard and the other 9/10ths of it that's a jungle. And it's driving me insane. I really like to mow. It's like vaccuming except with fresh air. The freshly cut rows feed my OCD. So now I have to avoid the windows because looking at that will drive me crazy for the rest of the day. Maybe I need medication.