Just read this in a listing on greedbay, LOL
Yall (we say that here) are probably mostly girls and yall can probably sympath ah ah ah, feel sorry for me. Today ain't been a good day in Hannah's life. You see I live in a house with 4 men who are all very smart in the following things: Working on cars, working on lawnmowers, building things, fixing toilets, and anything that somebody other than me wants them to do. You see at my house there ain't nobody to do the following things: work on cars, work on lawnmowers, build things, fix toilets or anything else I want them to do.
So after (in one day now) blowing up one old piece of junk Cub Cadet lawnmower, running another piece of junk Cub Cadet lawnmower out of gas at the furtherest place from the house and walking back to get the gas and then only to find out the thing will not start, and then getting a push mower to cut several acres of grass and I have to cut around the lawnmowers that have died in the yard previously because no one will move them. Then only to catch the pushmower on fire and get fussed at for not telling somebody that there was something wrong with it. Yet we have cub cadets that the four men have completely restored in the barn wrapped up in my good bed sheets. I guess there is a purpose for men but evidently not at my house.
Roundup is a wonderful thing and I can write messages in the yard - I have become that good.