Lawn mowing is a boy chore...

I know what you're thinking...I got myself into this. Yes, when I decided to buy a house I accepted the responsibility of taking care of all the yard that it sits on. The main problem: I was so excited about the house that I pushed to the back of my mind the extreme hatred I have for grass. Sure, it's pretty, and no, the actual mowing was not hard, but grass is a lethal weapon in my mind. I'm so allergic to it that now, 3 days later I cannot breathe through my nose, and the $135 allergy medicine I'm hopped up on has not only made me exhausted, but also broke. It's so not worth it. As I suffer I'm realizing that I'm so grateful that I NEVER had to do this chore growing up. It's dirty, and it makes me glow (girls don't sweat, we glow), and I can't play with my puppy while I do it. I may be smiling in the picture above, which is partly because I was proud of myself for mowing grass for the first time, but it's mainly because I was about to sneeze....for the thousandth time.