Iperused the garage looking for my heavy-duty clippers. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with my situation, but I had no one to blame but myself.

I was mowing with a battery-operated push mower, and the area beneath the pine trees needed attention. Unfortunately, I managed to wedge the mower’s shifting mechanism into a mass of low-hanging branches.

It was hot. The grass was thick. The air was humid. And to top it off, the mower battery was dying. So was I.

Meanwhile, my husband was cruising around the backyard on a riding lawn mower. Was this fair?

I have two functioning knees, by the way. He has a bad knee, so he is granted “sitting while mowing” privileges.

After I untangled the mower from the pine tree branches, he zipped around to mow the side front yard on the lawn mower. I was still a

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