My dad's parents (and my God-dog, Samantha) visited me at my new house today for the first time. They were kind enough to bring me their old reel lawn mower to use on our small patch of grass (and weeds) that we call our yard. I have to admit, I was pretty excited to be able to hack away at the jungle that was growing in front of our house. It was kinda embarrassing.
1. The grass was so long that the mower would flatten it instead of cut it, requiring me to go over the same spot multiple times.
2. I couldn't see.
This little chore reminded me that I think I'm allergic to grass because almost immediately, my eyes started burning, itching and watering so badly that I had a hard time seeing what I was doing. I had to haphazardly finish the job so it wouldn't look too ghetto, but I was pretty miserable the entire time.
Tom, I think the grass cutting will have to be your job! I'll stick to vacuuming and scrubbing the kitchen floor. :)