Take that you stupid lawnmower! No no! I didn't mean it that way! Come back!
Bwahaha! I have conquered the lawn! *shiggle* Only the lawn though, because the mower is definately in control. Me mowing the lawn is essentially me wandering around behind the mower for the better part of the day. That little sucker has PULL! It pulls me up hills. It pulls me down hills. It pulls me off steep inclines. Or tries to. And very nearly did. But, I did finally figure out why I couldn't get the lawnmower started (Thanks to mommeh). Apparently you must move the little handle (one I didn't bother with for fear of nuclear explosions) to clutch. I think. To the bottom anyways. And then you pull the big lever and the pulley thing. And then it goes. You also have to put the blades down. I almost forgot about that and was about to mow the lawn with no blades. Woohoo.
Small warning: If you sneeze while mowing, let go of the gas switch. Cause otherwise the mower will suddenly assert its dominance and wander off in some direction, mainly somewhere lethal. Like into a tree. Or off the wall. I finally figured this out about five minutes before I got done. Whoo me! I'm smart like that. If you're dumb enough to go mow the lawn with bad allergies then be it on your head if you sneeze and shoot yourself off a small precipice. (Note: I've almost done that.)
If there are any words spelled wrong or completely left out somewhere in this entry, I blame it on the mower. Holding onto a large vibrating thing for about 2 hours does a number on your dexterity. My hands are all tingly and non responsive.
Yeah, so thats it for todays episode of Leenie vs. the Lawn. Leenie: 1. Lawn: 0. Lawnmower: Pwns both. Especially Leenie.
I think I'm gonna sit here for a few more minutes and check my mail and then go take a shower and try to revive my hands. And get my brain out of its strange philosophical mowing mode. Mowing gives you a lot of time to think
Small warning: If you sneeze while mowing, let go of the gas switch. Cause otherwise the mower will suddenly assert its dominance and wander off in some direction, mainly somewhere lethal. Like into a tree. Or off the wall. I finally figured this out about five minutes before I got done. Whoo me! I'm smart like that. If you're dumb enough to go mow the lawn with bad allergies then be it on your head if you sneeze and shoot yourself off a small precipice. (Note: I've almost done that.)
If there are any words spelled wrong or completely left out somewhere in this entry, I blame it on the mower. Holding onto a large vibrating thing for about 2 hours does a number on your dexterity. My hands are all tingly and non responsive.
Yeah, so thats it for todays episode of Leenie vs. the Lawn. Leenie: 1. Lawn: 0. Lawnmower: Pwns both. Especially Leenie.
I think I'm gonna sit here for a few more minutes and check my mail and then go take a shower and try to revive my hands. And get my brain out of its strange philosophical mowing mode. Mowing gives you a lot of time to think