For those of you who know me, you know that I “live for the BEACH”. Any beach. I don’t care. Really.
Just pick one and I’ll go. Only one problem.
I live in Colorado. sigh.
I am crazy about the beach. And everyone knows it. It’s time to go there.
But wait. He wants something else. How could anyone want anything more than the beach? I don’t get it.
To make a long story short, I wanted the beach….he wanted this…..
He says, “honey, this isn’t just any mower. This is a John Deere.” Really? I would have never guessed it.
“And it’s not just any John Deere. It’s a 26 horsepower.”
Nice. I am impressed.
“It’s got a 54 inch mowin’ deck.”
“Shoot, honey, this bad boy will mow a 1/2 acre in one swipe.”
“And look, there’s a cup holder.”
” You can put on your swimsuit, fix a margarita, and put on headphones and listen to some of that island music you like.”
” While you’re mowin’. It’ll be just like being at the beach.”
Oh yeah. Just like the beach. I can’t wait.
He is so thoughtful. Always thinking of me. It was so sweet of him to get the one with cupholder. Just for me and my margarita.
ps. I am still going to the beach.