Ten minutes later my husband stood at the front door and announced, "The lawn mower isn't working."
"Oh, OK", I said and continued with my vacuuming thinking that was the end of the conversation and that he was going to clean the spark plugs, or change the oil, or work some kind of magic on our 20 year old mower so it would run.
I looked up and he was still standing at the door, looking at me.
"What?" I asked. He just stood there.
Weird, I thought.
Then it dawned on me.
"Are you wanting permission to go buy a new mower?"
Before he could answer I said, "Go ahead!", knowing that he'd go with or without permission.
He and Jordan left. I thought I sensed a smirk on their faces.
An hour later, they returned with a new Honda mower.
The hubs took it out of the truck, tightened the handle, wondered to himself if he should read the instructions, shrugged, then started it up!
It sounded like a champ.
At that point, I saw our old mower at the side of the driveway. I primed it, pulled the rope and it too started right up!
Jordan let out a laugh, Hubby stood there looking surprised.
Jordan said, "Oh boy, we're in trouble now!"
Unlike our old mower, the new mower is self propelled, mulches and starts on the first pull.
(google image only because there was no one to take the picture today!)
Thanks, honey! You've made my job much easier!