Kind Of Like Stuttering

That's the Monday I had. I got up this am around 7:00 and thought I would get some things done today. By 3:00 pm I had nothing accomplished. Since we now have two places that have to be mowed we decided to buy a power mower. We have a Fiskers push mower for our small yard, but the other place has a much bigger lawn. Anyway, I go to the mans mall and purchase a nice self propelled power mower. I take it home and do the assembling routine. I'm ready to mow, all I need is some gas in the tank. Put in said gasoline and looked it over only to discover the gas leaking out from under the air filter. I frantically grab the first tool that will do the job of fixing the leak. It doesn't. I go to the hardware store and get a box wrench, wrong size, I'm dumb all over. I decide that I shouldn't have to fix a new mower. Take it back, its 3:00 pm. I'm told it has to be shipped to the repair center. I still need to get two lawns mowed. I tell the tech. my problem. He takes $20.00 off the sale price. So I'm somewhat mollified. Go home get things together and I'm at Paris St. around 7:00 pm. I leave at 9:00 pm with two lungs full of soot! The floor boards are so full of dust, grit, and fine grey powder that when it combined with the sweat dripping off me it made a grey ring around the drain when I took a shower. As I'm showering I wash my leg I feel a little burning sting on my shin. Moments later I discover a staple from the floor on the shower enclosures floor. So, have a look at the mower, the floor I pried 4 or 5 boards off, and the lethal looking nail that holds this floor down. I don't know how old these nails are but they are pretty far back there.