Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
I can't talk about mowers. One summer between semesters in college, I was doing landscaping for the local Park & Rec. I was mowing a big patch of grass on an island between two roads, and when I reached a corner of the triangle, the mower kicked up from the lack of flat grass under it, and then it came down on my big toe. I had to be rushed to a doctor and have it bandaged up; the nail was mostly a goner.
As if that wasn't enough, at the time, I was also starring in a community theater production of Babes In Arms, which involves a lot of dancing and comic movement. I had to do the last weekend of the show with a cane, and rethink all my stage movement on the fly since I could no longer dance in place in each number.
Mow? NO!
As if that wasn't enough, at the time, I was also starring in a community theater production of Babes In Arms, which involves a lot of dancing and comic movement. I had to do the last weekend of the show with a cane, and rethink all my stage movement on the fly since I could no longer dance in place in each number.
Mow? NO!