So funny little story that happened over the weekend. And I guess one that people who know me won’t be all that surprised about. It’s Saturday afternoon in Denver and after a morning that threatened rain, it’s pretty overcast. I head up North (and West) to see my girlfriend as neither of us had our kids the rest of the day or evening. I get there and realize and notice (she had actually mentioned it as well) that her lawn needs to be cut and that her house needs a good cleaning. So despite being tired from the swim meet that morning, there is no way I am going to just veg on the couch. So the natural manly thing to do would be to mow the lawn right? It’s neither sunny and despite being a little humid, it’s only in the low 70s.
But I actually have never mowed a lawn. Ever. Why would this be the case? Did I grow up in the lap of luxury with servants to do everything? No. Actually, my Dad, who was a lawyer when I was growing up, sued a lawnmower company on behalf of a client who was badly injured due to a defective product. This probably happened when I was about eight. So for the same reason we never had a trampoline, we didn’t have a lawn mower either.
That takes me to Saturday. Since I was not going to be of any value mowing or edging the lawn, I cleaned the kitchen. Did a helluva job actually as I washed the windows, cleaned under the stove burners, busted out the stainless steel cleaner, everything.
Fortunately, her trees did need some pulling and I re-established my manhood by pulling and cutting down branches. Of course, my back started to hurt after a while. But in the end, it was a pretty good afternoon.
Filed under: Dating/Relationships, Life, Random Silliness Tagged: | gender, housework
How about some props for the awesome job I did mowing the lawn? Especially since I hadn’t mowed since I was 12
You get props. You did a great job!
Some glowing props would be preferred
You get serious glowing props. That lawn looked like the 18th hole at Pebble Beach. And the trimming was off the hook!