I guess if all my frustrations in life remain as small as this one, I'll have it made in the shade, but really now.
I finally find a place that will sharpen lawnmower blades and ante up the rather exorbitant $16+ (but it's okay because that includes tax — Ha!). On the second mowing after this super duper sharpening job (I must admit that they did a good job), didn't I run over that blankety-blank raised water valve in the front yard, the one that I've been able to steer around for the past two years after learning slowly, very slowly, in our first two years here?
And then, if that isn't enough, didn't I run over the part of a rusty hanger that the guys so thoughtfully left behind after planting that new tree out back? And then, didn't I run over a second piece of hanger?
Guess who needs to have his lawnmower blade sharpened?
Guess who' absolutely refuses to do it until he buries that valve better? Or has a brain transplant?