Mothering Many

As bad as I hate to say, I have to admit that it is time to tackle the yard. That means mowing, and since my last mower is dead, it also meant a new lawn mower. My dad picked me out a nice sweet number, and it will be here tomorrow. My mama is bringing it over in the truck.

In the meantime, I’ve had to make room for it in my shed. Now, I don’t have one of those fancy pants steel buildings. I have a wooden shed, ad not a large one at that. And oh, by the way, a piece broke off the door the other day. What the heck??!!?? Cause now I have to figure out how to fix that, too. Grrrr