Sunday, February 15, 2015

She's just as beautiful as the day I met her . . .

Last spring, I met this gal, and I knew instantly that I had found the one. We worked together all of last year, and she was the best ever, in my opinion! I spent many, many hours with her--in the wind and rain or in the bright sunshine, on the good days and the bad days. We made a great team! Those days I will always remember as some of the most awesome in my young life.

But alas! It did not last. This was my decision, I must admit. I have decided to move on. But as I look at her picture, I wonder if I made the right choice . . .

Because, you see, I realize that she is just as beautiful as the day I met her . . .

So, um, anybody want a mower?


(Yes, this was supposed to be a Valentine's Day joke being that I am not at all a fan of your typical "tragic romance", but I didn't get the chance to post it till today) ;0)

(and I should also mention in my defense that when you name something and then spend a whole summer riding around on it, you do naturally get kind of attached . . .) ;0)


  1. Ha, ha! So...what's her name? ;)

  2. Haha, actually, here are all the names I had to choose from: ;0)

    When I was in a good mood (sunny days) and she was cutting great, the mower's name was Hershey. On the rainy days or when she blew belts or constantly clogged the clipping's chute, I distinctly remember some *other names* that mower was known by . . . Belt Blower, specifically. ;0)

    1. Sorry to hear mower did not work out. Goes to show beauty really is only skin deep. Love, Meemom

  3. Haha, Meemom, so true! :0P Actually the mower was working fine, I just wanted to upgrade! Love you! And it's sold now!