So my grass was already getting long and unruly. It's just April but I knew I had to mow it this weekend.
So after lounging all morning Saturday and then taking Jett to keyboard lessons, I went home to tackle the yard work.
I was getting my trimmer cleaned up and prepped. Then was going to go get fresh gas to put in the mower.
Where the fuck was the mower?
It was gone.
I was in shock.
I live in an area that the crime rate is pretty much ZERO. But I guess not.
So problem is I have no clue as to when it went missing. SInce I had shattered my wrist last March and was in a cast then rehab for what seemed like forever last season, I had hired a place to do our yard.
So maybe it's been missing for a year. Maybe it got stolen this past winter. MAybe it got stolen Friday night. I don't have a clue.
Thing is, the mower was old and kinda shitty.
So I went and bought a new one. Very annoying.
To the person out there who stole it, FUCK YOU.
Uh, so my Mom read this and reminded me, I had leant it to her and stored it at her house this winter. Oops.