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April 27, 2009
Spring Cleaning
I had this kick-ass day at work today where I cleaned off the floor in my office. This is saying something: a large factor in my decision to do something about the floor was my increasing concern that someone was going to seriously injure themselves in there when they were delivering me a memo or whatever.
All high on success, my big plan for the evening was to enjoy the tail end of yet another beautiful summerlike day by mowing the lawn.
So I get home and change and head out to the garage. The mower was kind of buried, so I unburied it. The handle was kind of unscrewed, so I screwed it back in. I was feeling really darned competent. Anyway, I saw the gas tank was empty, and when I went to fill it I found that the gas can was empty, too. So I closed up the garage and went to the gas station, got some gas, and came back home.
That's when I put the gas in the tank and it poured all over the floor of my garage, on account of the way the gas line was disconnected.
To review, I spent an hour-and-a-half attempting to mow my lawn, but all I really managed to do is absorb the smell of gas. My cats won't even stay in the same room with me. When I came in from the garage, Ella kind of pointedly smelled the air and then went and hid under the couch downstairs.
I think I'll just go ahead and spend of the rest of the evening focusing on tasks I am confident in my ability to accomplish, namely reading a book, watching 30 Rock, and then going to bed.
Posted by adrienne at April 27, 2009 07:29 PM
Comments
Hey, progress is progress, right?
Posted by: jp at April 27, 2009 10:05 PM
You should smell my garage. That is so not progress. Although I now know where the gas line is on my lawn mower. That's something.
You will be AMAZED by my office, though.
Posted by: adrienne at April 27, 2009 11:06 PM
Ooh. Dude. This is why I have a push mower, and, in case of emergencies, an electric one.
Yes, I am a total wuss, but I'm fairly confident I'm more apt to set myself on fire with the gas than shock myself by mowing through the cord.
At least I was... but it's kind of like vacuuming with an electric one. Sort of.
For some reason, trimming with a scissor is starting to sound good...
I'm sure your office is SPARKLY, however.
Posted by: tanita at April 28, 2009 07:37 AM
Tanita, I've thought about getting a push mower, but instead what I did last year was hire a teenager who lives on the next street to mow my lawn. I'm hoping to do the same this year. I just thought it would be fun (HA!) to mow it myself a few times.
Posted by: adrienne at April 28, 2009 08:00 AM
Fun.
Adrienne, sweetheart. FUN.
It's usually defined, um, differently.
I'm just sayin'.
Posted by: tanita at April 28, 2009 11:08 AM
We must learn some lessons the hard way.
Posted by: adrienne at April 28, 2009 01:09 PM