Last weekend, while Jay very kindly helped our friends install their irrigation system and the girls took naps, I cut our grass. I knew Jay would be tired after working at our friends all day and wanted him to have a nice surprise when he came home. A nice, sweet gesture, for my nice, sweet hubby.
[say it with me: awwwwwwwwwwwwww]
About halfway through, the mower ran out of gas, so I went to fill it up. And came across a slight conundrum. Two gas tanks. One small, one large. One marked "Gasoline" and one marked "Kerosene." Hmmm. I gave it some thought and went to use the larger kerosene one (knowing that we don't use kerosene for anything) but stopped mid-pour. What if I was wrong?
Not wanting to call Jay and ask (and ruin the surprise) I grabbed my neighbor and asked for a second opinion. After sniffing both containers, he disagreed with my initial diagnosis and went for the smaller can. I filled 'er up and went on my merry way.
Once Jay got home he was very excited to see that he had an hour less of yard work to do. I said, "Oh yeah, I even filled it up with gas," and told him what happened. His face immediately told me what I didn't want to hear.... that I used the wrong one. I filled the lawn mower up with oil mixed gas. After convincing him that I successfully cut half the yard with no black smoke pouring out of the thing, he calmed down and said it was probably fine.
Fast forward to yesterday. Jay went to fire the mower up... and nothing happened. Apparently when oil gas sits in a mower for a week, it creates a build up. Who knew. So Jay got to work and took the entire mower apart, putting each section of the machine in piles on a makeshift table in the garage, and I kept the kids busy. I checked on him a few times but since he's never taken a mower apart like this, he was concentrating pretty hard.
I checked on him again and he had me grab a frozen pork loin out of the freezer to thaw for dinner. While chatting, I set the food on his makeshift table. Which promptly tipped over. Sending lawn mower parts and screws flying into the air and all over the garage.
I'm pretty sure I snagged that wife of the year award RIGHT up. Go me.