The Mower, The Snake, The Mud

I needed to update my blog so here is my morning:

I mow sometimes at work. My mower is cute little green John Deere #24 named JJ (John Junior)
Today I was assigned to mow the ditches along the roads and was told it was kinda muddy so watch out. (mowers are notorious for getting stuck in the mud)
As I was mowing I came upon a snake. In a previous blog you learned of my hatred for snakes, so imagine my fear. (i was trying to tell myself that I was much bigger then the snake and could over power the thing if I had to, but then I told myself "wait a shake!!!!! David beat Goliath, size has NOTHING to do with it") I had visions of mowing it over and snake guts flying everywhere and hitting me in the head, I'm sure my flesh would melt away and I'd die right there because I ran over the snake. So I sat there, scared that it was going to turn and fly up and bite me. The snake finally slithered it's way into the corn field and I was on my way.
I started mowing some other ditches and as I got halfway down the length of the ditch I realized there was water in the ditch. I started backing up so as to not get myself stuck but needless to say I did get stuck. I assessed the situation and decided to get off the mower and call for help (today of all days I didn't bring my cell phone to work). At this point I was thinking things couldn't get any worse, but then the clouds opened up and God said "I hate you Tacy!" I took a step off the mower and my foot slipped and I FELL off the mower. Yep, hands and knees in the mud.
I finally gathered myself and called for help. My rescuer, hero, knight in shining armor (call him what you will) noticed that my tire was flat so I had to go back and fill up the air in my tire. When I got back to the compound I noticed I had TONS of little bugs on me from going under the trees on JJ.
OK, my story dosen't have a good conclusion. I kept mowing, hit a few spider webs, got some funny looks as I sang at the top of my lungs, and went to lunch.