{Ex} Lawn Mower Virgin...

Would you believe me if I told you that I have never mowed before? I'm serious. Never ever ever. It always scared me. I guess you could say that my parents did a pretty good job of telling me how dangerous lawn mowers are--I was afraid to go near one in fear that I would lose a foot. Or two.

But my fear disappeared today. Oh, yes it did! Because guess what I did...

Uh-huh-uh-huh! I mowed! The front yard--I'll do the backyard tomorrow...which, by the way, is smaller than our front yard...

I set out to just read on my front porch. I'll tell y'all what book I'm reading in another post--this post is the celebration of me being a lawn mowing momma!

Back to what I was saying. I had already washed and straightened my hair for the day, had an ice cold Diet Coke and my book. I sat there for a moment and decided to do some raking up of old mulch to make room for our new mulch that's on my to-do list.

I looked around the yard and thought, I'm going to mow this yard! And I did. It wasn't nearly as hard as I imagined it to be. It was actually a lot of fun--and it reminded me of vacuuming, except harder.

I'm so proud of myself! I'm surprised I didn't come in to the house with a handkerchief to wipe off the sweat on my face and pop open an ice cold beer.

On second thought? That doesn't sound bad at all...