Isn't much fun. But I won't lie, I find a strange satisfaction in it. I think if my 14 year old self were standing here he would probably punch me for saying that. And a good portion of him inside me is saying how wrong it is to take any enjoyment from the activity that trapped him on so many summer mornings.
But alas, we all grow up. Or at least we all get older and most of us grow up. Then again, I am a Toys'R'Us kid so who knows.
Either way, I have a house, and now a lawn. So it has to get mowed.
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