So, Nick goes to work down at Joystick and I decide to mow the back lawn. Get dressed in my new Duluth Trading Armachillo Shirt (Pewter Plaid ON SALE!) and head to the shed to get the mower. Open the shed, start pulling out the mower and trip on the cinder blocks on a pallet. NO IDEA how it happened. But I got this for my trouble (plus an arm scrape/bruise):
Take a break, bandage up the leg and go back out. Mower will start for a minute then die. After about 10 tries, I message Nick that the mower is dead. He hems and haws then says “Did you check the gas cut off? I may have turned it off.” Well, I had checked it, but I couldn’t remember which is ON and which is OFF, so I turned it the other way. Lo and behold, it worked. I was pissed by this time because it’s stupid to turn off the gas in the first place and this is not the first time Nick has randomly turned off the fucking gas for no reason. I used my rage to mow the lawn in record time. Then I told Nick to stay the fuck away from here for a while so I can get past my urge to nut punch him. He wisely did as he was told and kicked around L5P for a couple of hours before returning.
Later on we ordered pizza, wings and brownies and pigged out. The landlord came by and found out how eaten up the mailbox post really was when he yanked on it and it broke! We’ve no mailbox! He said he’d come by today and replace it. He’s the BEST.
So today I’ve got a nasty scrape on my arm and a good sized bruise at the elbow. The scrapes on my leg are doing OK. My ankle is sore but you can’t really see a bruise on it. Today we are cleaning this place up for our housesitter and this afternoon we are cooking out: Italian Sausage and beef blend burgers, brats and peppers, blackeyed pea salsa, fresh avocado & tomatoes, sweet potato fries and homemade slaw. Hopefully we can manage this w/out tripping, falling, breaking things or other bodily harm.