Lawn Mower Blues
Jul. 28th, 2004 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabensonThe freaking lawn mower won't start. Now, I'm not complaining. I have DDD in my lumbar spine and had surgery almost a year ago after suffering from a pinched nerve for almost nine months. I do not mow, vacuum, rake leaves or anything like that anymore. Mrs CB actually enjoys that crap, so I sit back and watch. There is one problem. Mrs. CB is only 5'3" and her little pygmie arms are not long enough to pull the cord to start the mower. That IS my job (being 5'10" I have a lengthy reach).
Today the mower wouldn't start. Mrs. CB tried while I was at work, but no luck, so when I got home, I grabbed my tools and went to kick it's lawn-munching ass. I am the "Fix-It" dyke in this household and woe to the person that gets near my lavender tool bench. Hey, what's this? The screw on the air filter is loose...hmmm.
CB: Uh, hon, did you open the air-filter?
Mrs. CB: Yeah, I can figure out how things work too
ya know.
CB: So maybe the next time you can not put the
filter apparatus on...backwards?
Mrs CB: Yeah, I can probably do that.
Now I smell like gasoline and it reminded me of the fic Nic wrote about Olivia working as a mechanic..oh, sweet dreams will be mine tonight!
Too bad the fucking mower still won't start. There's a clog in the fuel line and it just needs to work it's way through. Guess I'll smell like gasoline tomorrow night as well.
Today the mower wouldn't start. Mrs. CB tried while I was at work, but no luck, so when I got home, I grabbed my tools and went to kick it's lawn-munching ass. I am the "Fix-It" dyke in this household and woe to the person that gets near my lavender tool bench. Hey, what's this? The screw on the air filter is loose...hmmm.
CB: Uh, hon, did you open the air-filter?
Mrs. CB: Yeah, I can figure out how things work too
ya know.
CB: So maybe the next time you can not put the
filter apparatus on...backwards?
Mrs CB: Yeah, I can probably do that.
Now I smell like gasoline and it reminded me of the fic Nic wrote about Olivia working as a mechanic..oh, sweet dreams will be mine tonight!
Too bad the fucking mower still won't start. There's a clog in the fuel line and it just needs to work it's way through. Guess I'll smell like gasoline tomorrow night as well.
