Cut The Grass??

My hubby has been working on our house. So the other night as he's hanging from a ladder, he says to me, why don't you cut the grass? Are you crazy? Me? Cut the grass? Let me give you a really short description of myself...I don't like outside! I don't do outside things. I prefer to just be inside & do inside things! This sounds really funny to those who like doing outside activities, but its my mom's fault. She's not an outside person either, so I was sheltered as a child!! Always blame the parents.

The first time I cut grass was probably 5 years ago. Cutting the grass was my brother's job when we were kids & then eventually my step-dad took it over. My mom didn't do it, so neither did I. So one day my husband said I had to do it. So I fired up the lawn mower & start pushing. About 2 rows into it he says "your lines aren't straight!" So that was it for me. I walked away & vowed to never touch another lawn mower.

Well the other night I broke my vow. He's been working hard on our house & he asked me to help him out & cut the grass. At first I was thinking no way, that's your job. You have the outside & I have the inside. Ok so sometimes he helps out inside so maybe I should help outside. Ok, I'll do it. How do I do it? My yard is fairly small & somewhat level. So its shouldn't be too hard to do. So he gets out the mower & off I go. He walked by every once in a while to make sure I wasn't dying. It took me about 45 minutes & I did the whole thing!! I wanted to quit so bad about 1/2 way into it. But I kept going. I figured it was a pretty good workout & I felt great afterwards. I'll probably NEVER do it again, at least not if I can help it. And I'm sure it would not have lived up to Jim Barley standards, but it was cut & I felt like I accomplished something!!!