The lawnmower was broken. I knew it was broken, but I hadn't yet taken the time to find the replacement pieces.
Meanwhile, the grass quietly, slowly grew unruly.
PC politely fed me a reminder on a paper plate:
Mmmm....crunchy.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Lawn Mower Parts for Breakfast
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funny! You need to meet my son Aaron, who lives near Fairmont. His tractor was rebuilt, I think, on his kitchen table.
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