Don't Operate Craftsman Machinery Under the Influence of Illness-Induced Stupidity
So what do I decide to do when I'm feverish with a runny nose and sore throat? I decide it would be a great idea to mow a quarter acre of lawn in the early evening air. Nothing better for the bronchioles than freshly cut grass, flying pollen and gasoline fumes. Ah, I feel much better.
But wait, did I mention that I fell on my ass in a puddle of mud while mowing along a downward slope in my front yard? Yep, good times. I'm just glad to be an endless source of entertainment for my new neighbors.
But wait, did I mention that I fell on my ass in a puddle of mud while mowing along a downward slope in my front yard? Yep, good times. I'm just glad to be an endless source of entertainment for my new neighbors.