Matt was out working on the brush mower with The Boy while I went to get a pizza (dinner was a failure — don't ask).
My return was greeted by the announcement, "Brush mower has nose goblins. Come out."
Oh. Really.
Tell me more.
Matt had got into the bearing and taken out the old grease. Quite nose goblin-y.
Now they're out there "polishing" the brush mower while I clean up my dinner disaster.
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