I love to mow the lawn.
Yeah, I know I just lost almost all of you; let me explain.
The mister and I have our house jobs lined up into two departments. It's either his department or mine. His consists of taking out the trash, buying electronics, killing bugs and answering the door when I'm not wearing a bra. I handle things like puke, cooking, mopping the floors, taking the kids to school and getting the mail.
For years mowing the lawn was strictly his department. He put some money into the perfect riding lawn mower and he protected it from me like his little pet.
Then a few summers ago the mister threw out his back while attempting to construct this playhouse for the kids.
I got my hands on his pretty pretty little pet...
I love it! It drives like a dream!
Now that he is all better we have a silent war going on at our house. Who will get to mow the lawn?
I wait until he has a really big important phone call for work and then I sneak out into the shed and snuggle up with my orange stallion.
The mister does the same dirty tricks to me. He tries to distract me by offering to watch the kids so I can go to the store. The next thing I know, he's out on the lawn mower. Evil Genius!
What's your freak secret?