Oh my god. I already mentioned that I thought I broke my lawn mower. But I hadn't finished, so I tried to start it again, and it finally did. So I am mowing after work and all of a sudden, it starts smoking. I mean, SMOKING. There is smoke everywhere, and it ultimately shuts down on me. It looks like I've started a fire or something.

The 77 year old woman across the street caddy corner, who I wrote about earlier, was talking to my next door neighbor, who I've never met. They walk over to see what happened. My next door neighbor, without introducing herself, walks away. Ok. The next thing I knew, my next door neighbor, a 77 year old woman who I never met, is mowing my lawn. She refuses to let me mow it with her mower ("everyone knows their own lawn mower best") and refuses to just stop and let me buy a new mower and get to it this weekend. INCLUDING the back yard, which, come on, no one sees anyway. I felt awful. I am 29. She is 77. And SHE is mowing my lawn...There is a special place in hell for me...




Oh, and few things make me happier in life - truly - than Derek Jeter making the last out in a game where the Yankees are down by one and there is a runner in scoring position. I mean, I love love love seeing Jeter's defeat. It gives me chills.