(moved from previous blog)
My dad recently tricked out the lawn mower. He said it’s now so fast “it’ll literally drag you across the lawn.” While I’ve always dreamed of making a cameo appearance in the next installment of Fast and the Furious, this is no way to safely operate a lawn mower. Sure, it would probably cut my mow time in half, but flying face-down through the yard behind a moving blade is just not something I’m willing to do (without pay).
I don’t have to worry about it though, as I’m pretty sure the only thing that I could outrun behind that bad boy is Buster. But only after we juice him up with a dose his of kitty-morphine that’s left over from his late-night trip to the ER.