so one of the perils of being a stay-at-home wife is that i feel REALLY bad if the hubs does yardwork when he gets home. so last weekend, he cut the backyard, which is HUMONGOUS, and then i was supposed to cut the flat front yard, and the side...except it got hot. so i decided to do it this week.
BAD. FREAKING. IDEA.
it all started yesterday, when i cut the side, and then the front....all's going fine and well and good, minus the fact that it was about 5000% humidity. until...
this. don't be jealous of my artistic representation of my front yard....half cut, and half not. because the lawnmower CUT OFF. and wouldn't come back on. see, we've got an evil contraption of a non-self-propelled mower....so i have to PUSH it. and it wasn't having any of that. so i stopped. and the front yard looked like my awesome picture.
this morning, i decide to man up and finish the job.
going along, minding my own mowing business...until i feel something on my left ankle.
i look down, and there's at least a dozen of these....
EVIL EVIL ANTS.
so it takes me about 4 seconds to get my shoe off, sweep them all off my foot, and bang my shoe on the ground trying to get them all off.
that's right, i'm jumping around ON ONE FOOT IN MY OWN DRIVEWAY. thank goodness we're pretty much the classiest folks in the neighborhood...driveway ant killing doesn't trump setting someone's yard on fire in then trashtrastic neighbor scale.
seriously...who does that happen to?! and more importantly....what's the likelihood i can talk the hubs into letting me out of lawn duty??