The Texas Weed Whacker Massacre
It was a lovely evening:
Temperature in the low 70's.
Light Breeze.
Blue Sky's.
The grass cutting was done:
The edges had been trimmed:
All that was left was a little cleanup around the fenceline:
And then it happened.
The Weed Whacker went wild, and when it was done, this is what my ankle looked like:
Yes, it hurts!.
No, I don't want to talk about it!
It just happened, OK???!!!!!!
I'm an idiot!
posted by Papa @ 5:42 PM
8 comments
8 Comments:
Ouch! So sorry for the physical and emotional pain! ;) That's no fun!
Honey! That's horrible! Where was I when you needed me? Oh yeah, out with the girls. I'm so sorry!
Daddy!! I'm so sorry, If I was there I would have helped you with the gardening. I love you!! Feel better.
PS- a wise woman (Grammy) once told me that Cherry Limeades from Sonic fix every thing. I bet she'd buy you one!
OUCH! That looks awful. I will get you to talk. I have my ways.
Yikes! Sorry Papa.
But your yard looks terrific!
OWWWWW, and what a great post. You know I of all people understand how evil those little whackers can be. They deserve to be shot. Remember how I had one explode on me at the Shawnessy house?
Enjoyed a lot! » »
NEXT TIME WEAR SOCKS, PANTS AND MAYBE SOME CHAPS...OR BETTER YET PAY SOMEONE ELSE TO DO IT, AS IT SEEMS YOU CAN'T HANDLE THAT JOB....LOL..SORRY I COULDN'T RESIST.
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