Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

I think the most hashtag dadcore thing I've done lately is

• dig through all the pressured cans of spray we keep under a counter next to the washing machine
• to find something lubricating to put on the lawn mower
• because I haven't used it since last year so the axle was stuck solid
• spraying the stuff on said axle
• wondering "is it supposed to look like that?"
• and rubbing it in (really just steering it where it's supposed to go)
• while trying to read the back of the can to see if I should be touching this stuff with my skin

I'm fine, it's fine. (It did say to use it in a ventilated area and I had that sorted by being outside.)

By the time I came back in from mowing the lawn, I'd recently washed my hands like three times but my fingers still smelled like a synthetic lubricant and freshly-cut grass.

A combination of delightful smells if you ask me.