Okay, I know that my husband wants this blog to consist mostly of pictures of his adorable offspring because their grandmother and grandfather miss them terribly. I get that. I have a gazillion pictures I need to put on the computer and edit (Yes, PJ, have you met me? Of course I am going to edit them!) But that is not happening right now. Oh noes. Right now you are going to get an earful about my latest desire. I want a John Deere lawn mower. Not a super phat rider, mind you. Just your run of the mill, noise polluting, carbon monoxide spewing lawn mower. No more reel mower for me. No more pushing and sludging through 3 day old grass on ramming speed. No more minute pieces of mulch getting trapped in the blades and rudely bringing ramming speed to a screeching halt, complete with grunting noise as said mower slams into my body. No. More. No longer do I consider the positive effects of the environment. How there's so little noise and no gas fumes that James can play outside when I am mowing. John Deere, how I am longing for our love affair to start.
