So, we have a lawn mower that is older than dirt, and the pull start on that thing fights back like a...like a word that I shouldn't type here but rhymes with witch and itch.
Tonight I had planned to go to the gym...didn't make it this morning after the DirectTV window of service time of 8AM to 12PM, but 3 kids running around the house like looney-toons made that next to impossible, so I decided to just mow our lawn and our neighbors, and that would be good for at least 4000 steps, and well over 30 minutes, but I would have to get Jim to start the darn thing. He filled it with gas, checked the oil; I put on the gloves like a race-car driver, pulled the squeeze bar do-hickey, and jokingly pulled the yank chain once...
I stretched my arm a little, prepping it.
I pulled again, harder this time.
Shut. The. Front. Door.
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Maybe this surgery and exercise and taking care of myself thing is really working. But don't tell anyone that I am admitting to that....