In case you missed the announcement on Instagram, we’ve added a new member to our family. His name is Willard. Here he is. And yes, his name is from exactly where you think.
As a suburban girl, born and raised, I’m still struggling with adapting to country living. Buying a riding lawn mower? Well, I guess that means I’m officially country folk and I need to leave the suburban girl at the mall.
It’s a been a long process to acceptance and when we bought Willard the other day, here’s what went through my head:
So that’s what $1500 looks like. I feel like it should be prettier.
It’s cheaper in the long run than hiring the neighbor’s lawn service.
But where the hell are we going to get $1500? Might be time to start hooking.
Who am I kidding? I can’t do that. Might be time to start growing some stuff instead. We have the space.
He’s going to make me use Willard. I’m going to have to help cut the grass now. I don’t want to help cut the grass. It’ll probably turn into that scene from Mad Men.
My husband is going to host lawnmower races. I just know it.
It’ll probably look like that scene in Footloose. Thank god there’s an emergency room less than 10 minutes from the house.
He’s going to play “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” REALLY loudly.
Oh, shit. He’s actually making a playlist of songs about tractors. What did I do to deserve this?
Wait, did he just refer to a lawnmower as a tractor? Isn’t a tractor a type of truck and a lawnmower, well, a machine for mowing the lawn? When did they become synonymous? I feel this is wrong.
I’m so glad we have a two car garage so the cars can park on the driveway and the lawnmower and the inflatable pool can go in the garage.
OMG, we have a riding lawnmower AND an inflatable pool. His music of choice is country. We’re one pickup truck away from official redneck status.
My life has taken a strange and unexpected turn. I need to process how I feel about this.
Did he and the child just have a conversation about which headphones they need to buy for when they use Willard?
Wait, did the child just say she wants to use him, too?
He’s planning winter activities for Willard. I just know it.
I hope none of them involve pulling the child behind Willard on a sled.
I think I just inadvertently gave him an idea. He doesn’t need more ideas.
I can deal with the rest but I swear, if he drives the lawnmower to the neighbor’s house instead of walking, I’m asking for a divorce.