After mowing the lawn twice yesterday, because it was too tall to just mow once (had to break up the clumps from mulching), I got giddy with excitement. It was now time to break out the Grass Hog – the edger/trimmer I purchased and used once last fall. I grabbed my sunglasses and went to town. There is nothing like whacking weeds and hard-to-reach grass with this powerful little bastard. It is the same sort of feeling you get while operating a chainsaw. Bad. Ass. I’m the Grim Reaper of long grass, baby. REAP-REAP-REAP! Woo! And when I’m done with that, I can rotate the head with a quick snap-click and I’m all ready to edge the lawn, which turns the OCD on high gear.
I feel like I should be drinking beer out of a can and making pig squeals while running this thing.
That’s not normal.
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