WHAT?Dare I ask how many of your Horween gloves you had to sell to pay for that machine?
Sir, that'd be none!
WHAT?Dare I ask how many of your Horween gloves you had to sell to pay for that machine?
I'm scared to say that's probably true!I know..but he can probably beat you up by this point so capturing him for his kidney might be an issue.
I bet you paid more for the mower than you would pay for five years of having a landscaper do it.WHAT?
Sir, that'd be none!
If some Joe Schmoe (me) owning a true commercial mower for just my home makes me elite, guilty as charged!So thats what living life like the elite is like...hmmmm
Why thank you Tonk, I appreciate that! And don't worry, the Z is safe and sound inside the garage!AD - any comment or thoughts on the new Rawlings Sierra Romero edition glove? Don't ya just love those gold laces?
*trying to bail ya out of the cash for kidneys ploy to pay for that mower. But, come to think of it where's that Camaro these days? Surely that didn't fund your lawncare operation!
Trust me, I thought about that very hard...well my wife did!I bet you paid more for the mower than you would pay for five years of having a landscaper do it.
I found it much easier not to ask or tell my wife about a significant purchase than it is to request permission. I guess the old saying holds; It's easier to ask forgiveness than permission.Trust me, I thought about that very hard...well my wife did!
I research, research, and research any big purchases, I really do do my homework! I got a great deal on practically a mower that's not really broken in (83 hours)! Plus, I didn't want to stop doing yardwork, I just wanted to not limp the next day after cutting grass!
You guys would be really proud of me and how I sold this purchase over to my wife because of my left knee, even threw in some great comments that my Ortho doctor said, "do whatever it takes to put off knee replacement for as long as you can!!" Yes sir!
Wow, lawn mower envy...hahahaAlso, two of my neighbor buddies who have sit down ZTR's have been watching me through their windows, I can smell the jealously from across the cul-de-sac!