I've been having an ongoing battle with Kory involving the grass. For some reason, out of the 500 different chores there are to do around the house, Kory has decided that cutting the grass is HIS job. Because of this, he will not show me how to use the lawn mower. He's told me many times that it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a girl, it's just that he has picked that to be his job, and he's going to do it. But he doesn't do it. He claims that it's been raining too much, and the lawn mower was broken, and now it works, but only for five feet and then it turns off.
Well, the other night I put my foot down and said, "Hey! I'm sick of all this talk and no action! You're going to show me how to use the lawn mower and I'm going to cut the grass even if it takes me five hours!" And he gave in and I cut the grass! And guess what? After I actually used the lawn mower for more than two minutes, it stopped being junky and ran just fine!
Now I have a huge raw spot on my thumb to show that I've won the battle. And I also have a huge mosquito bite on another finger, and my finger nails need to be cut, and my hand looks like the grossest hand in the world. But that's okay, because now I can run through the grass without fear of stepping on dog poop that I wouldn't have seen if the grass was long!
AND I caught a different species of crane fly to give to Dr. Foote, with my hand, while I was walking around picking up sticks before I cut the grass.
Now that I've taken over Kory's one duty, he better find a different one, like taking the garbage out.
