Welcome to my dork side

I have been reading several posts about people’s dorkiest moments, and I thought I would share my own. I haven’t entered this contest, nor do I think I need the title. This story just popped into my head, and I thought I would share it.

Our old house had a yard that was big enough to require a riding lawn mower. Being that I DO NOT do yard work, Carl was pretty happy when I told him I would cut the grass if I could use the riding mower. He agreed and every two weeks I would cut the grass and he would weed-eat (or weed-whack… whatever you call it).

I had a system. I had a path that I would follow every time… until this particular day.

On this day, I decided I would cut the grass under the swing set a new, faster, easier way. Normally, I would get off the mower and tie the swings to the top. Today I just wanted to go right through them… I’m lazy like that. The two swings were on ropes… they would move out of the way… right?

I proceed to maneuver the mower through the swings. One of the seats catches the front of the mower and slowly. Oh. So. Slowly begins to tilt me backwards.

I’m terrified. I can’t move. I can’t stop the inevitable. I’m looking at the sky – not the grass.

I’m lying on my back in the backyard screaming for Carl. The mower is still running but the blades have disengaged (I didn’t know that though). I’m still sitting like I’m driving it but it now looks like an overturned vehicle (which it is) with a crazy woman freaking out underneath it. Carl is in the front oblivious to the drama happening in the backyard.

It seemed like FOREVER until Carl realized I was not mowing any longer. He didn’t hear the normal grass-cutting sounds coming and going like he normally did. He peeked around the corner and came running.

After he got me out from under the mower and bitched me out for a few minutes, he finally started laughing and couldn’t stop. I started crying from embarrassment but eventually had to admit that is probably looked hysterical!