The best laid plans . . .

 . . . well, that's not me. But the point is the same.  I had a general idea of having started my own backyard Crossfit gym by now.  Unfortunately, life likes throwing challenges my way.

Because my brother-in-law killed my lawnmower by using 2-cycle mixed fuel, I went and bought a lawnmower I think he cannot break.

I least I don't think he can ruin this one.  You'd think him being a beaner, he'd know how to tell one type of lawnmower from another!  And it's not racist, dammit! I'm beanish, too!

It's 20" Scotts Classic Lawnmower.  I used to have one similar when I was a young'un.  I used to love that thing.  When my dad bought a powered mower, he thought it was the greatest thing ever.  No.  It fucked up my lawn.  It cut it, yeah.  But it did a horrible job.  The new ones now-a-days are awesome. But I figured if I was going to have to mow the damn lawn, I'm going to do it with some amount of pride.

My dad was pissed I wouldn't use it.  I told him I'd use it in the backyard.  The backyard was effin HUGE.  Most of it was mowed with the powered one.  The closest ten yards were trimmed with the push mower.  My dad was satisfied with that.

Anyway, because my yard looked like shit, I was gonna start working on it myself. I went to the Depot, bought the mower and immediately got a call from my mom.  She needed some stuff for the restaurant.  Crap.  I went to Smart and Final, got what she needed and headed off to the restaurant.

Halfway there, I received a call from the daughters mom (who is back in town and taking care of mommy business) asking if I can pick up my godson (he's 10). She's in a meeting arranging stuff for the daughter and her cheer career.  So sure. Why not?  I see where the day is going.  I picked him up, went to the restaurant dropped off my moms supplies and headed off to drop off my boy.

It was near dark by that time. Dammit! The days are supposed to be longer!

We waited for the daughter and her mom. We were hungry. We went to Subway. I got the Turkey/Avocado on 9-Grain, he got the BMT in a flatbread.  We went back home, ate our sammiches and waited some more . . . while kicking his ass in Halo.  He wanted to play Call of Duty, but I suck. He doesn't.  I play to my strengths.  But I must say, he's getting better. I only beat him seven out of the 10 games we played.

She finally got home, we shared a glass of wine and I split.  I got home and finally began putting the mower together.  It was twenty minute job that should have been a five minute job had I actually decided to read the stinkin' instructions.  You know how it is. Ahh, ignorance is bliss.

My brother got home with his girlfriend (hot by the way, he knows I'm committing a sin), fresh from the gym.  I asked them if they want to participate in my Crossfit workout the next day.  I let them know what we'd be doing (modified Fran: 21/15/9 of thrusters and pull-ups).  They are eager.

Dumbasses.

Then I got a call from the daughters mom.  She forgot to tell me that my godson has footballl sign-ups tomorrow.  I should be home by 7pm at the latest.  Plenty of time for a warm-up and that bitch Fran.

GD

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too lazy to check. run smiley :)