docwebster | Dummy Dance 2

(In which our hero gives the !_)@*# up and contemplates going the !)(&@@^ back to bed)

Okay. Swelling goes down, I head outside to mow before the Big Bad of all thunderstorms hits, judging from the radar images.

I get outside, and the friggin' lawn mower has suddenly developed an aversion to actually cutting grass. It starts, I get about six inches mowed (shaddap), and it stops. Multiple times.

So okay, I fill it up. It was a trifle low on gas. Easily fixed.

Nope. Still stopping.

So I prime it one last time, give the cord a mighty yank.. and the flippin' cord ZINGS back to its alloted(sp?) resting place, slapping the bejeesus out of me nipple on the way. But it's running again, so I try.. and you guessed it. Stopped.

So, all in all, I smell like gas, have a stingy sore nipple and I'm going to go read some of