Battle

The mower and I have a love/hate relationship. It loves to irritate the s*&t out of me. And I hate that I let it get the best of me. Today was day #2 of attempting to get the yard mowed. If it would EVER stop raining it might make the relationship a tad bit easier. But otherwise the grass is gonna be 8 feet freakin' tall by the time I'm able to mow the entire thing. If I have to put the belt back on one more time or unclog the chute again, I'm pretty sure my neighbors are going to turn me in for mower abuse. Hopefully tomorrow will be third times a charm, and I can finish, hang up my mowing shoes, and go wash my Kermit the Frog hands!