mowing

...so this afternoon I get home from work and think - gee I have half and hour before I need to head off to Pilates so I might mow the yard, which normally takes like 15 minutes - plenty of time in my mind! HA Apparently not, especially when the mowing kept conking out because the grass was too thick or wet or something...what is with that. But I soldiered on , and let me say that mowing is actually good exercise I think because I managed to work up a sweat, what with all the pulling on the cord to get the stupid thing started! and then when you factor in the trips to the rubbish bag to empty the catcher...but still I went to pilates. I love hearing the pilates teacher in her German accent saying...now focus on your ties... she means focus on your thighs, and today we also had to imagine we were holding ice tubes...ie ice cubes... it all makes we vant to chuckle...hhahahhaaahhaa.. in the style of the count from sesame street. And just to finish off my rant about mowing, let me say that I so don't like this time of the year at work - who invented marking, and why do I have to do it/ why oh why...