Lame de Tondeuse

It's time for a new lawnmower blade!

When I was young, I would roll my eyes at the thought that some future Saturday morning of mine would be spent changing out the cutting edge of some infernal combustion, mechanized, contraption. I hated mowing the lawn as a youth; I don't like it any better as an adult. I tried to turn the kids into herbivores but that experiment failed. That I would spend my hard-earned money - admittedly grudgingly - on such a thing for a task I abhor only adds lemon juice to the wound.

I remember in my French IV class back in high school, everyone had an assignment to describe to the rest of the class - in French - the item listed on a slip of paper we drew from a glass jar. The object I had to describe to my Franco-pretender classmates?

Lawnmower blade.

I had no idea what the French for "lawnmower blade" was. I still don't. I guess that was the point of the exercise. I think I ended up calling it a "grass knife" and did some silly pantomime to get the point across. Babelfish tells me it's lame de tondeuse.

Could the Harry Homeowner bullshit get more boring?
K-