tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035469566037822005.post6989323865019526888..comments2011-03-24T17:38:22.783-07:00Comments on T's Writing Box: MowingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035469566037822005.post-57944581377540225022009-05-08T10:45:00.000-07:002009-05-08T10:45:00.000-07:00I just LOVE you! You make me feel normal! So...eit...I just LOVE you! You make me feel normal! So...either I AM normal, or we are both really disturbed! I thought I was alone on my therapeutic time in yardwork. I too have had the "conversations needing to be had" within my head. It really does help! I also am BEYOND proud at the fact that I am the mower at our house and that I get closer to the trees, landscape blocks and mailbox post than ANYONE! We should do a comparison some day!!Michelle Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12749860422380348350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035469566037822005.post-20574821879429469802009-05-06T09:50:00.000-07:002009-05-06T09:50:00.000-07:00Oh darling, I hear you roar! Of course it IS warr...Oh darling, I hear you roar! Of course it IS warranted. I agree with that account. I was fined several times by the girls for swearing trying to get that son-of-a-bitch started! If it wasn’t for the loudness of that machine, I believe the peacefulness of mowing would increases tenfold (that is once it is started and remains running!). I do enjoy watching you mow particularly with beer in hand and sounds of your singing intermittently winning over the roar of the mower. Interestingly, singing on the mower wins out over singing in the shower. <br />And oh, poor Tansy, poor Tansy… You are so right about that one.Lord Doughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00397807345462793641noreply@blogger.com