I can actually picture that in my mind......
NEWS BLOT: New Standards Of Conduct
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I have to admit when it comes to power tools I’m a hold over from my knuckle dragging Cro-Magnon ancestral past. The sight of most women operating power tools scares the crap out of me.
I cringe if my wife says something like “can I try using that table saw?” I only envision how my life would be a living hell as she blames me for her cutting a couple of fingers off. I usually come back with “how about the caulking gun instead,” or thereabouts.
I cringe if my wife says something like “can I try using that table saw?” I only envision how my life would be a living hell as she blames me for her cutting a couple of fingers off. I usually come back with “how about the caulking gun instead,” or thereabouts.
Can we just suffice it to say that sometimes I make "Brains" look like a freaking genius?You've got to tell this story!
......or do you actually want the details?
YES! All the details. And don't let anything out.Can we just suffice it to say that sometimes I make "Brains" look like a freaking genius?
......or do you actually want the details?
Wait....let me go make some popcorn.........I'm so excited.
Yeah... Somehow I see the term "epic" coming about.
Okay, I'm ready........
Sorry it took so long with the popcorn.........I had to clean a bunch of eggshells out of the microwave before popping it.
Sorry it took so long with the popcorn.........I had to clean a bunch of eggshells out of the microwave before popping it.
YES! All the details. And don't let anything out.
I was afraid you'd say that......
Okay.....this was after the driving the car over the culvert and through the ditch incident, which was followed that winter with the Christmas tree is too tall, and I can't find a saw incident.....
When spring rolled around, I wanted a weed eater to keep my flower garden nice and neat. After much discussion....and believe me, there was much discussion among my family members.... they decided to get me a small rechargeable weed eater.
After all, how much damage can she do with that?
Evidently, quite a bit.....
When spring rolled around, I wanted a weed eater to keep my flower garden nice and neat. After much discussion....and believe me, there was much discussion among my family members.... they decided to get me a small rechargeable weed eater.
After all, how much damage can she do with that?
Evidently, quite a bit.....
Should we call you Sarah? “Drill, baby, drill!”I get dibs on the drill.....
Do continue...
(And now we've got to hear about the culvert car incident and the too-tall-tree dilemma.)
Hurry up!! Popcorn's getting cold.....
Should we call you Sarah? “Drill, baby, drill!”
Nah... I might be of the conservative slant, but, not crazy about SP
I started small, with the flower bed.....it looked pretty good, so I figured I was ready to tackle some of the steeper areas of the yard.
I put on my safety goggles, and headed for the front of the house, and apparently the inevitable doom that awaited.....
So I started at the top of the bank, with my back facing toward the slope......why I thought it was a good idea to work backwards, is beyond anyone's perspective.... but I was happily moving along, and thinking wow, I'm getting pretty good at this.....
Well, for some reason, I'm not the most coordinated person in the world, and I stepped backward at the same time I was swinging the weed eater in the opposite direction.....I slipped on a rock....yeah, that's it....a rock....and somehow did some kind of weird somersault, landing on my butt and sliding down to the road on my back.....all the while still holding the weed eater up in the air, and yelling in an unknown tongue.
My brother came down to where I was now laying in the street, asked me if I was alright....and took the weed eater from me.....never to be seen again.
I put on my safety goggles, and headed for the front of the house, and apparently the inevitable doom that awaited.....
So I started at the top of the bank, with my back facing toward the slope......why I thought it was a good idea to work backwards, is beyond anyone's perspective.... but I was happily moving along, and thinking wow, I'm getting pretty good at this.....
Well, for some reason, I'm not the most coordinated person in the world, and I stepped backward at the same time I was swinging the weed eater in the opposite direction.....I slipped on a rock....yeah, that's it....a rock....and somehow did some kind of weird somersault, landing on my butt and sliding down to the road on my back.....all the while still holding the weed eater up in the air, and yelling in an unknown tongue.
My brother came down to where I was now laying in the street, asked me if I was alright....and took the weed eater from me.....never to be seen again.
It's a short story....you don't need that much popcorn!Hurry up!! Popcorn's getting cold.....
Both of those stories will have to be told another day.....I've gotta go to work.
Does anyone else see the irony in the fact that such a danger prone, clumsy person is allowed to work with very sharp objects?
I was allowed to keep those. I still have them somewhereWell, at least you remembered the safety goggles.....