I told my sister I was thinking about learning to mow our grass.

Okay, I know how that sounds, but my musical skills are a direct result of the yard work I escaped by practicing growing up. I haven’t ever had to learn since in addition to curbside garbage detail Kevin maintains our lawn. So I was telling her I wanted to learn.

We were on the phone so I couldn’t see her face but I know she was probably imagining me with a tiara on my head or nursing a broken nail or something, and she was laughing at me. Hard. I tried to tell her I mowed once when I was at home but I couldn’t remember doing the whole yard or anything. She kept laughing and said, “You? Touch a mower? Was it in your way?”

Funny. Not very nice, but funny.