I haven't been this sick since grade school. This morning I woke up to blood covering my pillow because I must have sneezed so hard it ruptured a vessel in my nose. I'm pretty sure I have the hantavirus or something.
Any of the above that will put up with me.
I get to go home and mow before it rains all weekend. And then tomorrow I get to go look at dishwashers. Yay.
Every time I think about buying a house, there's the whole "maintain the landscaping" thing that stops my lazy arse in its tracks, with flashbacks to being told, "your father has asked you to mow today" after getting home from school, and then sweating like a pig doing my parents' lawn(s) from age 12-18 - they made me do it at the "up north" place, too. That would be every 5 days in a rainy year, plus the "up north" weekend mowing.
Not that I couldn't afford a lawn service, but I refuse to pay someone to do something I could do myself (but currently don't want to), and it's the bad memories that matter.![]()
I hate yard work. Everything about it. When I was younger people would say "wait until you get your own place, then you will enjoy it." Wrong, it sucks.
If my wife said right now "hey, let's move to a townhouse" I could be packed by noon.
Good luck LWB! Hope it works for you this time!
I hate yard work. Everything about it. When I was younger people would say "wait until you get your own place, then you will enjoy it." Wrong, it sucks.
Yeah, yard work sucks. But I do love getting the snowblower out. That's my favorite chore.
In the winter, obviously. To blow snow. Off my driveway.
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I dunno. I'm guessing it has something to do with it not being a sauna outside, the machine has Jeremy Clarkson levels of power compared to a lawnmower, my [strikethrough]soil[/strikethrough] clay sucks so my lawn is never great no matter what I seem to do, and I'm allergic to the pine tree in my front yard so mowing around it is a PITA.
There's nothing better than powering through the plow berm and throwing the snow halfway to Wisconsin.