I decided instead of cross stitching today I would help DH out. I always feel bad watching him mow the lawn by himself, which is about 2 acres, while I just sit, the neighbors do help when they are home but I don't feel like I am contributing. Me being me I went out while he was mowing and asked him to teach me how to drive the riding lawn mower. It is a big one it makes a 60 inch cut and has those little bar thingys you use to make it turn, stop or whatever. I figured easy, no problem. Yep bad, bad decision. Left is right, right is left, forwards is backwards and on and on, plus there is apparently a cut line which a person has to follow and I never did figure that out. So picture a 110lb woman built like a scarecrow bouncing around on this 1000lb mower trying to find the cut line with grass, bugs and god know what else blowing up into her face trying to drive straight(didn't happen I think a toddler could have cut a straighter line 〰️) at a snails pace mowing a lawn, that was me. DH hubby filmed it and if it shows up on Facebook his dinner may not be done right if at all tonight. I need a shower.🤐